Lately, I've been living an in between life. In between the job I want and the job I have. In between a House Hunters dream and my upstairs neighbor. In between my heart's desire and what the heck I am I doing here.
It's been almost two years in between and my patience is wearing thin.
God, what's your plan for me? You know I need a plan.
Lord, please help me.
Remind me to
Be Still and Know
that YOU are the God of my in between.
I really don't need to know the plan. I just need to trust you.
Tuesday, October 1, 2013
Saturday, August 31, 2013
Compassion
When I joined Disciple Bible study last fall, I desperately wanted to understand God's call in my life. As we journeyed through the Bible, I kept a journal of my aha-moments so I could discover what God had in store for me. Looking back over the things that I wrote, one thing is very clear.
Disciples are called to take care of one another.
Exodus 23 says ...and they cry out to me, I will certainly hear their cry. 27...When they cry out to me, I will hear, for I am compassionate."
I will hear their cries. I am compassionate. Those words convict me. Have I really taken the focus off me even for a few minutes to focus on someone else? Do I hear the cries of those in need? Or, do I change the channel when the pictures cut a little too close to my heart?
I re-read the words of Exodus and search my own heart.
I am compassionate.
How can I make those words true?
Disciples are called to take care of one another.
Exodus 23 says ...and they cry out to me, I will certainly hear their cry. 27...When they cry out to me, I will hear, for I am compassionate."
I will hear their cries. I am compassionate. Those words convict me. Have I really taken the focus off me even for a few minutes to focus on someone else? Do I hear the cries of those in need? Or, do I change the channel when the pictures cut a little too close to my heart?
I re-read the words of Exodus and search my own heart.
I am compassionate.
How can I make those words true?
Sunday, February 17, 2013
Time Warp
Somewhere in my mother's house exists a worn picture of an awkward little girl sitting cross legged on a picnic table squinting into the late summer sun.
Pale skin, freckles, reddish hair and a toothy grin. She was a mess and for years I was embarrassed by her image.
But now, with time and grace tempered compassion, all I want to do is to scoop her up and hug her tight. Try to squeeze in a little love and courage she'll need for the things to come.
She didn't know that she was strong and brave.
Or smart and a natural leader.
She didn't know that the very things she despised about her looks made her unique and pretty.
She didn't know that SHE WAS NOT FAT!
How I wish I could just love her a little more and whisper gently to her...
It will be ok.
It will be amazing.
Pale skin, freckles, reddish hair and a toothy grin. She was a mess and for years I was embarrassed by her image.
But now, with time and grace tempered compassion, all I want to do is to scoop her up and hug her tight. Try to squeeze in a little love and courage she'll need for the things to come.
She didn't know that she was strong and brave.
Or smart and a natural leader.
She didn't know that the very things she despised about her looks made her unique and pretty.
She didn't know that SHE WAS NOT FAT!
How I wish I could just love her a little more and whisper gently to her...
It will be ok.
It will be amazing.
Saturday, February 9, 2013
Exciting News!
I have finally rejoined the computing world. All the partial posts I've started on my tiny iphone will soon come to life and find their way to publication. Oh how I've missed you normal size keyboard.
Look for more soon!
Look for more soon!
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