Good morning from a "chilly" (for us = ) south central Florida. It was 48 this morning, but is supposed go up to 75 this afternoon. My little Yorkie, Ashley, refused to go for her morning walk in the cold outdoors. (Where did I put that fur-lined suede jacket of hers....)
I receive a daily devotional from Proverbs 31 Ministry. Their messages continue to pierce my heart as if God is speaking directly to me through the words of their posting.
This morning’s devotion really called me on the carpet yet again.
I have been going through a maze of intense health issues in my life since early March of this year. Each week or two I am required to undergo more testing, or see yet another specialist to determine a course of treatment that will stabilize my health so I can get back to some semblance of "normalcy” in my life.
Yesterday I received more unexpected news and it was momentarily more than I could accept. I wept briefly as I presented paperwork to my boss describing new physical limitations that my doctor has set for my well-being. I am stubbornly refusing to put them into practice at this time. The new boundaries or "fences" that have been erected to restrict my activities cause me to slam my body against them in protest. I haven't exhausted my energy to push against them just yet. Adrenalin can give you amazing stamina for an extended period of time. I am reminded of the stages of grief. I guess I am between the disbelief, anger, and despair that so readily overwhelms me when I dwell, even briefly, on my own issues instead of worshiping my Creator. The bottom line is always that I do trust the One who steadfastly "works ALL things together for good, for those who love Him and are called according to His purpose in Christ Jesus." Romans 8:28.
I desperately want to continue to work. I love my job. I am a nurse who works in a hospital labor and delivery unit. We also care for women with GYN issues and surgical needs. I have some amazing opportunities to minister to women while they are experiencing intense situations such labor, the inexpressible joy of seeing the miracle of a new life begin, or the heartache of loss of a much wanted child. I am drawn to comfort those women who have undergone disfiguring cancer surgery and are facing an unknown future. I love to listen to those who just need to put into words the thoughts that they are afraid to say out loud to their families. I long to speak encouraging words to others about what my Lord has comforted me with during my own times of trials. I also have the privilege of working with a wonderful team of nurses who have enriched my life and helped influence my own philosophy of nursing.
God has been speaking to me for some time now to "Be still and know that I AM God." Psalms 46:10. I have heard it over and over but not yet listened and acted upon those instructions. The message has gotten louder and more frequent. I know I need to, yet I keep putting it off for "someday....", "I am working on organizing my life to make it simpler so that I can........." and other lame excuses such as those.
Perhaps God is taking it out of my hands. My busy life is being redirected. The ability I have to control over what I do each day is slipping away. Will I "Be still...." and listen now? As a friend of mine used to say, "Why did God have to go and give us a free will anyway? Doesn't He know it will get us into trouble?"
I think it's about character building. Self-control is easier when someone else should be doing it. To be honest, everything is easier when I feel someone else needs to change their life. When it comes to me, I have a much harder time accepting instruction from the Lord when I hear a sermon or message that I just know that "so and so" really needs to hear this. Why is that? Here is what my usual thought process is: hmmmmm......b'aaa........lalala...."I'm plugging my ears, Lord"........”I don't have time right now”......later....... “Oh. You're speaking to me?” “ Really? You mean,....... right NOW?” “But………..”, “oh”…..........sigh.........”ok. I will let it go. I will lift up my hands to you and surrender...... again." I admit that most times the process is getting shorter, but it continues nonetheless.
I do know that God is calling me to do more writing. I had started blogging at the recommendation of friends. I am working on two books that I haven't had time to fine tune. So, I definitely need to make that a priority now.
The usual hyperactivity of my lifestyle must be surrendered to the leading of my Heavenly Father. Ugh. Not an easy thing. In my mind I am as young and capable as I was years ago. My body, however, does not respond to the whims of my brain.....sigh. I often thank God that He has never given up on me and He accepts me just as I am. (I do have a fun sense of humor, and sometimes I just can't help bubbling over with funny little things that bring smiles to people. I love being "free to me me" as Francesca Battistelli sings in one of my favorite songs.
It is time to get started on what I need to do. No more putting it off…..at least for today.
Dear Lord, forgive my rebellion, my procrastination and my disobedience. Thank you yet again for not giving up on me. I love You, Lord, and I lift my life to worship You and serve You with it. Please help me to be a blessing to someone today. Amen.
Friday, October 21, 2011
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Thoughts on aging: it's not for sissies!
I finally have to confess that there is more to aging than I care to admit.
Understandably, my brain still thinks I can do whatever my 20ish year old body used to do. My body is beginning to rebel and it refuses to cooperate. There-in lies my problem.
My fifty- something (stop laughing fellow senior citizens) body needs tuning up. I need to plug myself into a computer to diagnose my problem; ( like, you know, when you get your car repaired.)
I saw my doctor today. I left with an instruction card from her, i.e.: a "to do" list.
It includes these items.
1) Don't rest too much; your joints will get stiff
2) Get plenty of rest or your joints will hurt (see number 1)
3) Swimming exercise is best. (Couldn't she have ordered a hot tub instead?)
4) Eat healthy foods (define 'healthy'?)
a) Foods grown en masse today have less nutritive value than you need.
b) M&Ms are not a food group, but chocolate is = )
5) Take supplements (see number 4a)
6) start taking C0-Q 10 because your collagen and elastin decrease as you age making your muscle fibers less flexible. This comes in an easy to swallow 'soft gel' It's big enough to choke a horse. If I can swallow this does that mean I will become like a thorough-bred racing machine?
7) Take Glucosamine and Chondroitin with MSM for collagen and joint health (I really like msg. It tastes good to me. What's all the fuss about?)
a) MSM: methylsulfonylmethane. Sounds like the end product of a cow. Wonder if I can get that from a hamburger?
b) Shake well. May be mixed with water or juice. Translation: it does not taste good!
c) It's a 33.8 ounce bottle. It has a one ounce (little bitty) measuring cap. You need two hands to 'shake' and a third to hold the darn cup. How fast do you have to pour it after you 'shake well' to be sure it's still well shaken?
8) Take antidepressant so that you will be happy that your body doesn't work as well as you want it to.
9) Tim's suggestion: get Ginkgo Biloba so I won't forget to take the supplements, exercise and eat healthy.
a) how do I remember to take the Ginko? I bought some once……..no idea where it went
b) If I don't remember all the "to dos" I will forget that I have problems! Duh!
Quoting Roy Rodgers and Dale Evans "Happy trails to you, 'till we meet again!"
10) Don't EVEN tell me that you don't know who they are. If you don’t, then you have no business reading this! = ))
Understandably, my brain still thinks I can do whatever my 20ish year old body used to do. My body is beginning to rebel and it refuses to cooperate. There-in lies my problem.
My fifty- something (stop laughing fellow senior citizens) body needs tuning up. I need to plug myself into a computer to diagnose my problem; ( like, you know, when you get your car repaired.)
I saw my doctor today. I left with an instruction card from her, i.e.: a "to do" list.
It includes these items.
1) Don't rest too much; your joints will get stiff
2) Get plenty of rest or your joints will hurt (see number 1)
3) Swimming exercise is best. (Couldn't she have ordered a hot tub instead?)
4) Eat healthy foods (define 'healthy'?)
a) Foods grown en masse today have less nutritive value than you need.
b) M&Ms are not a food group, but chocolate is = )
5) Take supplements (see number 4a)
6) start taking C0-Q 10 because your collagen and elastin decrease as you age making your muscle fibers less flexible. This comes in an easy to swallow 'soft gel' It's big enough to choke a horse. If I can swallow this does that mean I will become like a thorough-bred racing machine?
7) Take Glucosamine and Chondroitin with MSM for collagen and joint health (I really like msg. It tastes good to me. What's all the fuss about?)
a) MSM: methylsulfonylmethane. Sounds like the end product of a cow. Wonder if I can get that from a hamburger?
b) Shake well. May be mixed with water or juice. Translation: it does not taste good!
c) It's a 33.8 ounce bottle. It has a one ounce (little bitty) measuring cap. You need two hands to 'shake' and a third to hold the darn cup. How fast do you have to pour it after you 'shake well' to be sure it's still well shaken?
8) Take antidepressant so that you will be happy that your body doesn't work as well as you want it to.
9) Tim's suggestion: get Ginkgo Biloba so I won't forget to take the supplements, exercise and eat healthy.
a) how do I remember to take the Ginko? I bought some once……..no idea where it went
b) If I don't remember all the "to dos" I will forget that I have problems! Duh!
Quoting Roy Rodgers and Dale Evans "Happy trails to you, 'till we meet again!"
10) Don't EVEN tell me that you don't know who they are. If you don’t, then you have no business reading this! = ))
Monday, June 20, 2011
Why?
Why does God allow tragedies, illness and sorrow?
Recently my dear friend Jan passed away. Her faith was unsurpassed by anyone else I know. She had incredible discernment and amazing wisdom. She had a way of making everyone she met feel special. Jan freely told strangers, friends and family about her precious Savior, and led many to the Lord. She was a gracious and generous lady. Jan was also a slightly framed but strong and determined woman.
Jan's daughter, Judy, told a delightful story about her mom. Many years ago Jan was late getting to the airport and actually ran out on the tarmac to stop an airplane that had closed its doors and was pulling away from the terminal. She was not about to miss her flight to see one of her daughters get married. Jan stood in front of the plane with luggage in hand waving frantically.The amazed pilot actually stopped the plane, lowered the steps and allowed Jan and Judy to get on. Judy told us that Jan held her head high while they walked down the aisle and found their seats. She then leaned over to her daughter and said "I bet they think we're celebrities."
I could actually picture her doing that!
Jan searched the Bible for verses about healing. She wrote them down and kept reading them over and over to herself and to anyone who came to visit her. I prayed fervently for her. I asked God to heal her because her faith was absolute and she really wanted to be healed. But in only three months her physical health deteriorated almost daily. Jan prayed that she would live to see all her children, grandchildren and great grandchildren accept her Savior's free gift of salvation so that some day she and her husband Herb would live with them in heaven for all eternity.
One day when I prayed, I recalled the memory of the cloud formations that I had seen while I was lying in a hospital bed the same weekend that Jan became ill and was subsequently diagnosed with cancer. I looked out the window that day and saw perfect cloud formations of three little girls running to and being embraced by a kneeling, smiling Jesus. There was a rainbow-shaped cut out in the clouds above them. Behind Him were two disciples who were each releasing a fish back into the water. Moments later, where I had seen Jesus, there appeared one beautiful angel. I pondered what I had seen for several weeks. I was perplexed because it was so clear. If someone else had described what I had seen I would have had a hard time believing it. I wrote it down in a journal that I keep so that I would never forget. Jill, another friend, had also been taken to a hospital emergency room that weekend with a serious condition. I was unaware of what was happening to them during the five days I was hospitalized.
Weeks later while I was praying I suddenly got the impression that one of the three of us would be taken home to heaven. The other two would have to continue their lives here on earth until their purpose was fulfilled. I didn't know which one of us it would be. I didn't want it to be true. I felt a heavy burden in my heart. I prayed harder and sought out Bible references for answers to my questions.
I read John 11:1-44. It tells the story of Jesus and Lazarus.
In verse 37 it says that "some of those in the crowd were saying 'could not He who opened the eyes of the blind man have kept this man from dying?"
Verse 21 reads: "Martha said to Jesus, "Lord if you had been here my brother would not have died. Even now I know that whatever you ask of God, God will give you." Jesus said "Your brother will rise again." Martha said "I know that he will rise again at the resurrection on the last day."
Verse 25 says: "Jesus said to Martha "I am the resurrection and the life. He who puts his trust in me will live, even though he dies. And everyone living and trusting in me will never die. Do you believe this" She said to Him 'yes Lord, I believe that you are the Messiah…"
I believe that God could have healed my friend. I don't know why he didn't. I do know that God knows each individual, the entire world's population, and is orchestrating the interwoven canvass of our lives to fulfill His purpose for creating each one of us. We as humans can only see what concerns ours individual lives in this moment of time. I believe that "God causes all things to work together for the good of those who love God and are called according to His purpose." Romans 8:28.
Faith is accepting without having to understand.
I promised Jan that I would continue to pray as we had prayed together, for healing of relationships in our families, for our children and grandchildren and her great-grandchildren. I know that God gently brought Jan to her heavenly home and she is rejoicing with Herb in His presence. The rest of us will continue our life here until it is our turn to enter eternity.
Recently my dear friend Jan passed away. Her faith was unsurpassed by anyone else I know. She had incredible discernment and amazing wisdom. She had a way of making everyone she met feel special. Jan freely told strangers, friends and family about her precious Savior, and led many to the Lord. She was a gracious and generous lady. Jan was also a slightly framed but strong and determined woman.
Jan's daughter, Judy, told a delightful story about her mom. Many years ago Jan was late getting to the airport and actually ran out on the tarmac to stop an airplane that had closed its doors and was pulling away from the terminal. She was not about to miss her flight to see one of her daughters get married. Jan stood in front of the plane with luggage in hand waving frantically.The amazed pilot actually stopped the plane, lowered the steps and allowed Jan and Judy to get on. Judy told us that Jan held her head high while they walked down the aisle and found their seats. She then leaned over to her daughter and said "I bet they think we're celebrities."
I could actually picture her doing that!
Jan searched the Bible for verses about healing. She wrote them down and kept reading them over and over to herself and to anyone who came to visit her. I prayed fervently for her. I asked God to heal her because her faith was absolute and she really wanted to be healed. But in only three months her physical health deteriorated almost daily. Jan prayed that she would live to see all her children, grandchildren and great grandchildren accept her Savior's free gift of salvation so that some day she and her husband Herb would live with them in heaven for all eternity.
One day when I prayed, I recalled the memory of the cloud formations that I had seen while I was lying in a hospital bed the same weekend that Jan became ill and was subsequently diagnosed with cancer. I looked out the window that day and saw perfect cloud formations of three little girls running to and being embraced by a kneeling, smiling Jesus. There was a rainbow-shaped cut out in the clouds above them. Behind Him were two disciples who were each releasing a fish back into the water. Moments later, where I had seen Jesus, there appeared one beautiful angel. I pondered what I had seen for several weeks. I was perplexed because it was so clear. If someone else had described what I had seen I would have had a hard time believing it. I wrote it down in a journal that I keep so that I would never forget. Jill, another friend, had also been taken to a hospital emergency room that weekend with a serious condition. I was unaware of what was happening to them during the five days I was hospitalized.
I read John 11:1-44. It tells the story of Jesus and Lazarus.
In verse 37 it says that "some of those in the crowd were saying 'could not He who opened the eyes of the blind man have kept this man from dying?"
Verse 21 reads: "Martha said to Jesus, "Lord if you had been here my brother would not have died. Even now I know that whatever you ask of God, God will give you." Jesus said "Your brother will rise again." Martha said "I know that he will rise again at the resurrection on the last day."
Faith is accepting without having to understand.
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
roots in the sand
This week I have been out in my yard pulling weeds. They are tough. I have resorted to spraying chemicals on the weeds to kill them, then ripping them out of the ground after they turn brown and pretend to die. Inevitably I watch their remnants and new weeds spring up to take their places.
When we first moved to Florida I discovered to my horror that the ground consisted of s-a-n-d! It is not soil or clay. It is not absorbent. Water does not soak in, it runs off. If there is no vegetation to collect it the ground remains dry beneath the surface. Guess what grows well? W-e-e-d-s!
I have discovered something interesting. Native plants have the ability to thrive in the sand because they have deep roots. If you dig through the sand far enough you will eventually come to solid ground. It may be one to three feet deep but if you keep digging you will find it.
Those plants that grow well in Florida are adapted to the harsh conditions. Native foliage has the ability to live in the desert like heat, survive torrential summer storms, and endure occasional hurricane force winds and the sporadic frosts of winter. The survivors have deep roots. When adverse conditions come, they may be wounded but they will survive, become stronger and grow deeper roots.
I understand that it is not wise to build a house on sandy soil. Living in the unstable shifting sand of this world and having deep roots in the soil of God's word enables you to be a survivor.
Ephesians 3:14-19 "For this reason I fall on my knees before the Father, from whom every family in heaven and on earth receives its character. I pray that from the treasures of His glory He will empower you with inner strength by His spirit so that the Messiah may live in your hearts through your trusting. Also I pray that you will be rooted and grounded in love, so that you with all God's people will be given strength to grasp the breadth, length, height and depth of the Messiah's love, yes to know it, even though it is beyond all knowing so that you will be filled with all the fullness of God.
Now to Him who by His power working in us is able to do beyond anything we can ask and imagine, to Him be the glory."
Now, go strengthen your roots = )
When we first moved to Florida I discovered to my horror that the ground consisted of s-a-n-d! It is not soil or clay. It is not absorbent. Water does not soak in, it runs off. If there is no vegetation to collect it the ground remains dry beneath the surface. Guess what grows well? W-e-e-d-s!
I have discovered something interesting. Native plants have the ability to thrive in the sand because they have deep roots. If you dig through the sand far enough you will eventually come to solid ground. It may be one to three feet deep but if you keep digging you will find it.
Those plants that grow well in Florida are adapted to the harsh conditions. Native foliage has the ability to live in the desert like heat, survive torrential summer storms, and endure occasional hurricane force winds and the sporadic frosts of winter. The survivors have deep roots. When adverse conditions come, they may be wounded but they will survive, become stronger and grow deeper roots.
I understand that it is not wise to build a house on sandy soil. Living in the unstable shifting sand of this world and having deep roots in the soil of God's word enables you to be a survivor.
Ephesians 3:14-19 "For this reason I fall on my knees before the Father, from whom every family in heaven and on earth receives its character. I pray that from the treasures of His glory He will empower you with inner strength by His spirit so that the Messiah may live in your hearts through your trusting. Also I pray that you will be rooted and grounded in love, so that you with all God's people will be given strength to grasp the breadth, length, height and depth of the Messiah's love, yes to know it, even though it is beyond all knowing so that you will be filled with all the fullness of God.
Now to Him who by His power working in us is able to do beyond anything we can ask and imagine, to Him be the glory."
Now, go strengthen your roots = )
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
On Being a Clay Pot
Pots tend to crack or break if they are used. Many hazzards lurk around a pot that is taken from a glass enclosed display cabinet. It may get cracked when bumped against another pot, when used in the oven or placed in the freezer. It may get chipped or broken when dropped. But, there is no good use for the pot if it is only to be admired.
When the pot gets broken the pieces can get glued back together, but the cracks will still be visable. Notice I didn't say "if."
Jan, a dear friend of mine, once told me that we are "broken vessels." She went on to say that God's light will shine through the cracks in our "broken vessels."
2 Corinthians 4:6-9 "For it is the God who once said, 'Let light shine out of darkness,' who has made His light shine in our hearts, the light of the knowledge of God's glory shining in the face of Jesus The Messiah.
But we have this treasure in clay jars so that it will be evident that such overwhelming power comes from God and not from us.
We have all kinds of troubles, but we are not crushed; we are perplexed but not in despair; persecuted, yet not abandoned; knocked down, yet not destroyed."
I can certainly relate to that broken, cracked pot. Life is hard. No 'ifs,' 'ands' or 'buts' about it.
I do want the light of the God of love to shine through me. Sometimes I have to remind myself. Sometimes I totally forget. Sometimes another "crack" may appear and I will remember.
Ugh. Will I ever have my "clay pot" all together? I thank God often that He doesn't and won't ever give up on me. He keeps putting the pieces back together and He keeps on using me.
I have determined that each day I wake up, as long as I am alive for another day, I want to be used by God to touch the life of at least one person and be a blessing to another broken vessel; just like me!
When the pot gets broken the pieces can get glued back together, but the cracks will still be visable. Notice I didn't say "if."
Jan, a dear friend of mine, once told me that we are "broken vessels." She went on to say that God's light will shine through the cracks in our "broken vessels."
2 Corinthians 4:6-9 "For it is the God who once said, 'Let light shine out of darkness,' who has made His light shine in our hearts, the light of the knowledge of God's glory shining in the face of Jesus The Messiah.
But we have this treasure in clay jars so that it will be evident that such overwhelming power comes from God and not from us.
We have all kinds of troubles, but we are not crushed; we are perplexed but not in despair; persecuted, yet not abandoned; knocked down, yet not destroyed."
I can certainly relate to that broken, cracked pot. Life is hard. No 'ifs,' 'ands' or 'buts' about it.
I do want the light of the God of love to shine through me. Sometimes I have to remind myself. Sometimes I totally forget. Sometimes another "crack" may appear and I will remember.
Ugh. Will I ever have my "clay pot" all together? I thank God often that He doesn't and won't ever give up on me. He keeps putting the pieces back together and He keeps on using me.
I have determined that each day I wake up, as long as I am alive for another day, I want to be used by God to touch the life of at least one person and be a blessing to another broken vessel; just like me!
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Mother's Day
Forty one years ago I became a mother for the very first time. My first Mother's Day. It was a beautiful morning as I watched the sunrise while in the recovery room. That was before they allowed the family centered birth experience. Subsequently my husband and I had two more children. God knew what He was doing when He gave us three girls. We we now have twelve grandchildren and half of them are boys. Wow, my hat is off to mothers of young children today especially boys. What energy, wisdom, flexibility and quick thinking skills they have to have!
It is through being a parent that I have learned about the love and wisdom of a God who is the ultimate parent. I have felt the exhuberating joy of watching our girls grow up and cheering them on! I have felt the heartache of trying to guide them through those years by sharing with them some things I had learned from poor choices that I had made. I thought I could prevent them from making some of their own. I had to stand by and watch as they made mistakes, were injured, failed in their goals or had hearts broken.
Hugs and bandages can help injuries heal. A broken heart can not be so easily mended. It may survive but it bears the scars and lives with the pain of the memories left behind.
How much more does God rejoice over our triumphs and feel sorrow for our rejection of our Creator and Savior. He gives us the key to wisdom, knowledge and understanding in the Scriptures? It is worth volumes of preventative instruction if we would only learn from the lessons of those who have gone before us.
A child's rejection of their parents brings unbearable heartache. It is a wound that may be bound up but never healed this side of heaven. I say this with the knowledge of experience. It is tremdously grievious, gut wrenching and heart rending to lose a child. It is harder still to lose grandchildren.
I implore you to be sensitive to listen to what God is saying to you. Read His words to you in the Bible. Psalm 46:10 says "Be still and know that I Am God." Pray. There is a song by a man named Lyle Helmick that has these words: "give me a soft heart, open eyes, an ear to hear what Your Spirit says.....prepare me, Lord, to go where I am led...Teach my ears to hear You, through Your eyes to see, teach my mouth to praise You, teach my heart to sing!"
We have a choice when sorrows come our way, and they will. We get to choose whether we will allow them to make us better or bitter, soft hearted or heardened. Pain is inevitable, suffering it is optional. Sharing your pain dilutes it and helps you to bear the unbearable. The best way I found was to get into a Bible teaching church, become part of a small group community in that church and allow God to use other people to share your pain and help bind those wounds. Pay attention and watch for the little miracles along the way. Don't miss out on them by focusing all your attention on waiting for "the big one."
There is so much wisdom, knowledge and understanding to be gained! Do not reject Him today. Tomorrow may be too late.
It is through being a parent that I have learned about the love and wisdom of a God who is the ultimate parent. I have felt the exhuberating joy of watching our girls grow up and cheering them on! I have felt the heartache of trying to guide them through those years by sharing with them some things I had learned from poor choices that I had made. I thought I could prevent them from making some of their own. I had to stand by and watch as they made mistakes, were injured, failed in their goals or had hearts broken.
Hugs and bandages can help injuries heal. A broken heart can not be so easily mended. It may survive but it bears the scars and lives with the pain of the memories left behind.
How much more does God rejoice over our triumphs and feel sorrow for our rejection of our Creator and Savior. He gives us the key to wisdom, knowledge and understanding in the Scriptures? It is worth volumes of preventative instruction if we would only learn from the lessons of those who have gone before us.
A child's rejection of their parents brings unbearable heartache. It is a wound that may be bound up but never healed this side of heaven. I say this with the knowledge of experience. It is tremdously grievious, gut wrenching and heart rending to lose a child. It is harder still to lose grandchildren.
I implore you to be sensitive to listen to what God is saying to you. Read His words to you in the Bible. Psalm 46:10 says "Be still and know that I Am God." Pray. There is a song by a man named Lyle Helmick that has these words: "give me a soft heart, open eyes, an ear to hear what Your Spirit says.....prepare me, Lord, to go where I am led...Teach my ears to hear You, through Your eyes to see, teach my mouth to praise You, teach my heart to sing!"
We have a choice when sorrows come our way, and they will. We get to choose whether we will allow them to make us better or bitter, soft hearted or heardened. Pain is inevitable, suffering it is optional. Sharing your pain dilutes it and helps you to bear the unbearable. The best way I found was to get into a Bible teaching church, become part of a small group community in that church and allow God to use other people to share your pain and help bind those wounds. Pay attention and watch for the little miracles along the way. Don't miss out on them by focusing all your attention on waiting for "the big one."
There is so much wisdom, knowledge and understanding to be gained! Do not reject Him today. Tomorrow may be too late.
Sunday, May 1, 2011
oops....
If you got a "new" posting from me within the last couple of days it is the finished edited entry. A previous draft was sent out accidently. I'm sorry that it happened that way. But I did learn from the experience = ))
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