......."The sun did not shine. It was too wet to play. So, we sat in the house on that cold, cold wet day."
(The Cat in the Hat)
11.11.2008
11.06.2008
Calling for help.
As it seems to me, hurt has been very close to follow me this year. And it seems to intensify as the year progresses. Today I find my comfort in knowing that in spite of hurting worse than I ever have, I have done the right thing.
God has a plan. I do NOT get it, but He still has one. I am learning to trust. Which is so hard. But I am still going to do it. It's all i've got.
"And it shall come to pass that whosoever shall call on the name of the Lord shall be delivered" (Joel 2:32).
Why do not I call on His name? Why do I run to this neighbor and that when God is so near and will hear my faintest call? Why do I sit down and devise schemes and invent plans? Why not at once roll myself and my burden upon the Lord?
Straightforward is the best runner--why do not I run at once to the living God? In vain shall I look for "deliverance anywhere else; but with God I shall find it; for here I have His royal shall to make it sure.
I need not ask whether I may call on Him or not, for that word "Whosoever" is a very wide and comprehensive one. Whosoever means me, for it means anybody and everybody who calls upon God. I will therefore follow the leading of the text, and at once call upon the glorious Lord who has made so large a promise.
My case is urgent, and I do not see how I am to be delivered; but this is no business of mine. He who makes the promise will find ways and means of keeping it. It is mine to obey His commands; it is not mine to direct His counsels. I am His servant, not His solicitor. I call upon Him, and He will deliver. --C. H. Spurgeon
God has a plan. I do NOT get it, but He still has one. I am learning to trust. Which is so hard. But I am still going to do it. It's all i've got.
"And it shall come to pass that whosoever shall call on the name of the Lord shall be delivered" (Joel 2:32).
Why do not I call on His name? Why do I run to this neighbor and that when God is so near and will hear my faintest call? Why do I sit down and devise schemes and invent plans? Why not at once roll myself and my burden upon the Lord?
Straightforward is the best runner--why do not I run at once to the living God? In vain shall I look for "deliverance anywhere else; but with God I shall find it; for here I have His royal shall to make it sure.
I need not ask whether I may call on Him or not, for that word "Whosoever" is a very wide and comprehensive one. Whosoever means me, for it means anybody and everybody who calls upon God. I will therefore follow the leading of the text, and at once call upon the glorious Lord who has made so large a promise.
My case is urgent, and I do not see how I am to be delivered; but this is no business of mine. He who makes the promise will find ways and means of keeping it. It is mine to obey His commands; it is not mine to direct His counsels. I am His servant, not His solicitor. I call upon Him, and He will deliver. --C. H. Spurgeon
10.15.2008
I can make no apologies for not writing.
Actually, I have had much to write about but I have been enduring a writer's drought of sorts. Actually, writer's drought would be too specific. Better put, it's just be a weird season of nothingness that I have been blessed to experience the whole of several months. I cannot explain what I do not understand.
So many wonderful things have happened this year. While I can't say that they have been negatively offset by my "season", my thankfulness about the blessings has been modified to less than what I would normally deem acceptable.
I digress.
I have been having it out with God for a while now (in a reverant, respectful manner... ).
The Pity Party staff quickly handed me a list of questions for God:
Why did I need to be the one chosen for certain things?
Why am I still plagued by crippling anxiety at times, this year marking year #10?
Why am I seemingly so dependent on my family?
Where and when is my big break?
Honestly, this is the screened version, the edited post. I have screamed, cried, sought, sunk, and wondered...all in a very passionate way. Did the plan for my life get lost in transit? Has God forgotten about me? Is the dreamer destined to be stuck in an ordinary life? When are the dreams of my youth going to be discovered? And on and on....
Then God spoke. He has finally spoke. He waited all year... but it finally happened.
It's so easy to feel neglected!
With a cozy home, a loving family, a rockin' church, closet full of beautiful clothes, money, food and friends. Too many blessings. Comfortable, overflowing blessings. Neglected is the least applicable word!
God gives life. God gives dreams. His purpose for every human is great, regardless of whether we recognize it or not.
Today I pray for my life is that I have the ability to see past the daily grind and respond to the everyday opportunities given to me by just living. Seeking renewal and freshness, moving on and growing up. I believe every step of the ladder was intended as a secure holding place for our foot to rest on while going UP.
Well, in a perfect world apathy, complacency, and "lack of drive" would not rule. Monotony and comfort zones would not be present. But since we don't live in a perfect world, all of the above rule the major part of our lives as humans.
"Sad will be the day for any man when he becomes contented with the thoughts he is thinking and the deeds he is doing – where there is not forever beating at the doors of his soul some great desire to do something larger, which he knows that he was meant and made to do."
Phillips Brooks
1835-1893, American Episcopal Cleric
Actually, I have had much to write about but I have been enduring a writer's drought of sorts. Actually, writer's drought would be too specific. Better put, it's just be a weird season of nothingness that I have been blessed to experience the whole of several months. I cannot explain what I do not understand.
So many wonderful things have happened this year. While I can't say that they have been negatively offset by my "season", my thankfulness about the blessings has been modified to less than what I would normally deem acceptable.
I digress.
I have been having it out with God for a while now (in a reverant, respectful manner... ).
The Pity Party staff quickly handed me a list of questions for God:
Why did I need to be the one chosen for certain things?
Why am I still plagued by crippling anxiety at times, this year marking year #10?
Why am I seemingly so dependent on my family?
Where and when is my big break?
Honestly, this is the screened version, the edited post. I have screamed, cried, sought, sunk, and wondered...all in a very passionate way. Did the plan for my life get lost in transit? Has God forgotten about me? Is the dreamer destined to be stuck in an ordinary life? When are the dreams of my youth going to be discovered? And on and on....
Then God spoke. He has finally spoke. He waited all year... but it finally happened.
It's so easy to feel neglected!
With a cozy home, a loving family, a rockin' church, closet full of beautiful clothes, money, food and friends. Too many blessings. Comfortable, overflowing blessings. Neglected is the least applicable word!
God gives life. God gives dreams. His purpose for every human is great, regardless of whether we recognize it or not.
Today I pray for my life is that I have the ability to see past the daily grind and respond to the everyday opportunities given to me by just living. Seeking renewal and freshness, moving on and growing up. I believe every step of the ladder was intended as a secure holding place for our foot to rest on while going UP.
Well, in a perfect world apathy, complacency, and "lack of drive" would not rule. Monotony and comfort zones would not be present. But since we don't live in a perfect world, all of the above rule the major part of our lives as humans.
"Sad will be the day for any man when he becomes contented with the thoughts he is thinking and the deeds he is doing – where there is not forever beating at the doors of his soul some great desire to do something larger, which he knows that he was meant and made to do."
Phillips Brooks
1835-1893, American Episcopal Cleric
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