Limit

 

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Is there no limit to what the enemy can throw at me?

There is a limit to what I can do.

But there is no limit to what God can do.

“Jesus looked at them and said, ‘With man this is impossible, but with God all things are possible.’” – Matthew 19:26

 

So I ask God to help me, but I’m not letting Him because I’m pacing around trying to figure out what fire to put out first.

I have so much stress built up in side my mind is not working – not even when I write things down – not even when I talk things out.

And my stress tightens my shoulders and my neck and I get a headache and I try to do something, anything, and I feel exhausted and I lie down to rest from doing nothing but worrying.

I try to relax. I pray. I breathe. I pray. I give everything to God again. I pray.

I fall asleep.

“He says, ‘Be still, and know that I am God; I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth.’” – Psalms 46:10

 

I awake with one small job in my head. I thank God for His guidance and I do that one thing. Then the stress of my limitations, my possible future humiliation and shame, the mistakes from my past and my lack of self-discipline… and the cycle repeats.

I fall asleep.

I awake and the next job is in my mind, and I thank God, and I do the thing.

I feel relief.

And I breathe and realize that I am in the cycle.

So when the worry enters my mind I stop, I breathe, I pray, I find a place to sit, and I ask God for the next job.

“Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged, for the LORD your God will be with you wherever you go.” – Joshua 1:9

 

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Complicate

 

My mind is a jumble of things to write about.

Children out on spring break.

Things that are complicated.

Things I complicate myself.

 

When Kate said she had a special guest blogger in her email and then mentioned her child was on break and she was spending time with them, my brain put 2 and 2 together and came up with my own 7 – I assumed she would share a bit of her child’s writing.

But my brain is in creation mode, having been fighting editing for weeks on two projects. In creation mode I frequently put 2 and 2 together and get all sorts of answers.

I want to create!

And I want to read what my children are writing too! (which is secondary creating for me).

I am blessed to have read many of the things my children have written. In fact, further blessings, I was in a position (editor of the local paper) to publish some of my children’s columns. This is a triple blessing to an editor because: 1. Hey, my kid writes too! 2. They write really well and are entertaining, well, I think so, 3. More copy for page 4, Yay!

Two of my children were especially motivated to write for the paper – and they even named their columns – Poor College Kid and (I can’t remember, to be filled in later).

 

It is important to keep the good memories alive about our children. Things get tough and I worry too much about things I have no control over instead of trusting God to take care of them just like He always has.

 

Thank you, Kate, for reminding me of the good memories I have – lots of good memories.

Praise God!

 

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Joy

 

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As I walked in the light rain after supper, I listened to the birds singing

I paused and identified

Robins

Only Robins

Singing praise for the rain

The air was full or the music

 

Cold breeze

Robins rejoicing

Slow spatter of drops

 

I resumed

Smiled

Breathing deeply I quickened my pace

 

I guess I don't mind being fired.

 

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Die, Blame, Die

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Who could blame him

I sure wouldn’t blame you if you did

My bad

Mea culpa

“I, I am to blame.”

I didn’t do it, but they blame me

Well, they have to blame someone, otherwise they would feel the guilt of it themselves

 

So much blame in the world

So much vengeful speaking

And all because we don’t like what happened, we don’t want that thing to happen ever again, so if we blame someone we can walk away and leave it there, leave the person, leave the event, leave that moment in time.

 

Thank God that He sent Jesus to take all that blame.

I am forgiven.

Now I can forgive.

 

And when I forgive …

Blame dies

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