A wise man once told me that every day is worth living. He challenged me to enjoy each day and not to wish it was Friday every other day of the week. That comes from my wise old dad whose days off were Sunday and Monday; who worked nights many days a week; and who always took a nap at around 3pm. Yes, dad, every day is worth living.
I appreciate that I have a mind to think, wisdom to understand and a heart to love.
I’d like to learn to drain my expectations through a spiritual colander. I figure if I deconstruct before I react, my communication will sound more like music than a broken record. Help me Lord to express myself with clarity, truth and love.
Having lost a lot the last few years and suffered terrible pain, I am in a season of thankfulness and joy for what He has brought me through. I pray that as mountains and valleys continue in my life, I would retain a spirit of thankfulness for the great work He has done on the Cross. And, I pray that the prayer warriors in my life – – who interceded for me in my pain and suffering – – would reap a harvest for their prayerful sacrifice. Among others, thank you Mom. You will always be all that I am and all that I hope to be. (Borrowed from President Lincoln, but from my heart).
FemmeReaders: I encourage you to ask yourself hard questions. Seek deep answers. For as you tredge through the darkness, Christ’s light becomes ever so bright. Blinding your past, leading the way to your future and warming your Present.