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When Will I…

I’ve been languishing with the “When Will I Lord” prayer for months now.  When will I get a fulltime job with benefits again? When will I get out of this debt situation? When will I get out of this awful apartment? When will my son start to show consistent signs of improvement? When? When Lord? WHEN?

With no apparent answers, I became tired, irritable and angry. Each time I pulled into the complex, instead of being grateful for a roof over my head, I’d mumble, “I hate this place.” Instead of getting enjoyment out of my two extremely fun jobs… I felt exhausted. And, when I should have been cheering the goals Manchild is reaching… I impatiently wanted him to be self-sufficient and ready for the world… now.

Over the weekend, I began hearing whispers from God. But, because I’d been so busy grasping; pulling and demanding answers, I’d been missing them. “Rest my child. Things will be better than before. My Grace is sufficient. Settle down and let me protect you while I prepare a new assignment for you.”

Then after Sunday’s powerful sermon from Dr. Jamal Harrison Bryant called “I Missed My Deadline” and this devotional, I felt confirmation on what God was telling me:

SMALL STRAWS IN A SOFT WIND by Marsha Burns — 2/8/11:

Don’t be afraid to take a break and relax. Your intensity in finding solutions to the problems you face will not even come close to the benefits of quiet rest in My presence and trusting Me to give you the necessary wisdom for breakthrough. This is not a time to tough it out in the strength of your own soul; it is a time to exercise resolute faith in My ability and willingness to bring you through every trial in victory, says the Lord. Only believe!

Psalm 107:28-31 Then they cry out to the LORD in their trouble, and He brings them out of their distresses. He calms the storm, so that its waves are still. Then they are glad because they are quiet; so He guides them to their desired haven. Oh, that men would give thanks to the LORD for His goodness, and for His wonderful works to the children of men!

WOW! Humbled. Faithful. Resting in His Promises. #ThatIsAll

Hallelujah!

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Bits and Pieces

This is a poem I used to love when I was in college. It was in a little book that my chorus/vocal teacher used for devotional time. Yes… I went to a Christian College. Shout out to Rochester College! Anyway, one of my friends tweeted something that triggered this poem today:

Bits and Pieces

Bits and pieces, bits and pieces. People. People important to you, People unimportant to you cross your life, touch it with love and move on. There are people who leave you and you breathe a sigh of relief and wonder why you ever came into contact with them. There are people who leave you, and you breathe a sigh of remorse and wonder why they had to go and leave such a gaping hole. Children leave parents, friends leave friends. Acquaintances move on. People change homes. People grow apart. Enemies hate and move on. Friends love and move on. You think of the many people who have moved in and out of your hazy memory. You look at those present and wonder. I believe in god’s master plan in lives. He moves people in and out of each other’s lives, and each leaves his mark on the other. You find you are made up of bits and pieces of all who have ever touched your life. You are more because of them, and would be less if they had not touched you. Pray that you accept the bits and pieces in humility and wonder, and never question and never regret’s. Bits and pieces, bits and pieces.


~Lois Cheney (Thanks Julie!)

Chapters Worth the Read

I love this:

AUTOBIOGRAPHY IN FIVE SHORT CHAPTERS
by Portia Nelson

I

I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk
I fall in.
I am lost … I am helpless.
It isn’t my fault.
It takes me forever to find a way out.

II

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I don’t see it.
I fall in again.
I can’t believe I am in the same place
but, it isn’t my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out.

III

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it is there.
I still fall in … it’s a habit.
my eyes are open
I know where I am.
It is my fault.
I get out immediately.

IV

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.

V

I walk down another street.