It's just after 1 a.m. Many of us are still up for one reason or another. Days are long, nights are short, and healthy sleep patterns are non-existent. I have a friend who says that sleep is over-rated. I believe that our God gives us, as His beloved, sleep.
There are so many things to get done; the list keeps getting longer. I've learned to make another kind of list. It's not a to-do list. It's a list that says everything I actually get done. You know, things like: got out of bed, made coffee, feed the cat and dog, did a couple of care-things for hubby, took out the trash, hubby's meds, have first cup of coffee...
Honestly- - -there are many things that I worry about. I know I'm not supposed to be anxious about anything, but it happens. So I'm just saying...
"Lord Jesus, forgive me for my anxious thoughts and action. Help me to go to sleep without 'noise' tonight. Help me to rest in you. Amen."
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Monday, March 15, 2010
March 15, 2010
Last year a friend of mine gave me a copy of the book Captivating. I glanced through it, placed it on a shelf in my closet, and closed the door. I never picked it up again until about ten days ago when I started reading it. Every time I have started to put the book down, it has quoted me to myself and in no uncertain terms proceeded to tell me (sometimes in my own words and reasons for not wanting to read it to begin with) about myself and the condition of my heart.
Everything it's said is true- - -how my heart has been wounded, that it has become hard (to protect itself from further hurt/damage), and how I need to give all the pieces of my aching, broken heart to the Lover of my soul. I read that if I would look and listen that He would give me "presents" (a gentle breeze, the smell of fresh flowers, a double rainbow after a storm, a song playing on the radio when I'm up at 2:45 in the morning that reminds me I'm "safe in His arms")...gifts from Him who knows me best and loves me the most.
Realizing His love for me is changing how I feel about myself. Strange- - -how I'm nervous about saying anything else on the subject just now. One thing about any of this-particularly in a blog and putting it out where just anyone can see it: I have to be willing to make myself vulnerable.
I remain a work in progress. That's okay. I'm pressing toward the mark...
Everything it's said is true- - -how my heart has been wounded, that it has become hard (to protect itself from further hurt/damage), and how I need to give all the pieces of my aching, broken heart to the Lover of my soul. I read that if I would look and listen that He would give me "presents" (a gentle breeze, the smell of fresh flowers, a double rainbow after a storm, a song playing on the radio when I'm up at 2:45 in the morning that reminds me I'm "safe in His arms")...gifts from Him who knows me best and loves me the most.
Realizing His love for me is changing how I feel about myself. Strange- - -how I'm nervous about saying anything else on the subject just now. One thing about any of this-particularly in a blog and putting it out where just anyone can see it: I have to be willing to make myself vulnerable.
I remain a work in progress. That's okay. I'm pressing toward the mark...
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