The women were terrified and bowed with their faces to the ground. Then the men asked, “Why are you looking among the dead for someone who is alive? He isn’t here! He is risen from the dead! Remember what he told you back in Galilee, that the Son of Man must be betrayed into the hands of sinful men and be crucified, and that he would rise again on the third day.” Luke 24:5-7 (NLT)
Happy Good Friday to everyone! I'm at work today. I have prayed for two days about having a decent attitude today. (Almost every courthouse, etc, is closed today, but we are not:) My kids and Jay are at home. Here I sit. I'm waiting for that overabundance of joy to kick in anytime now.
My heart is heavy with friends and family who have serious medical issues. When I read the scripture related to the Easter story, it makes me sad that such awful things happened to Jesus.
Then I have decided that maybe it's okay that I'm a little blue this morning. There were so many dark moments on this day many, many years ago. But you see, the sun is going to shine later on today...and I know that the Son has risen. There is hope. There is hope for my loved ones with medical complications. There is hope for all people who make the choice to believe. There is hope for me.
Happy Easter!
Friday, March 29, 2013
Wednesday, March 27, 2013
Hey, that's me!
But the other criminal protested, “Don’t you fear God even when you have been sentenced to die? We deserve to die for our crimes, but this man hasn’t done anything wrong.” Then he said, “Jesus, remember me when you come into your Kingdom.” And Jesus replied, “I assure you, today you will be with me in paradise.” Luke 23:40-43 (NLT)
This is my favorite part of the Easter story. May be a little odd, but every time I hear this passage read or read it, I get chills. Third Day has a song entitled "Thief" that is one of my all-time favorites and the lyrics are so powerful. You can read the lyrics or go ahead and listen to the link below if you would like. It's a great, great song.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wktv5mA7EB0
Thief
I am a thief, I am a murderer
Walking up this lonely hill
What have I done? No, I don't remember
No one knows just how I feel
and I know that my time is coming soon.
It's been so long. Oh, such a long time
Since I've lived with peace and rest
Now I am here, my destination
I guess things work for the best.
and I know that my time is coming soon.
Who is this man? This man beside me
They call the King of the Jews
They don't believe that He's the Messiah
But, somehow I know it's true.
They laugh at Him in mockery,
and they beat Him till He bleeds
They nail Him to the rugged cross,
And raise Him, they raise Him up next to me
My time has come, I'm slowly fading
I deserve what I receive
Jesus when You are in Your kingdom
Could You please, please remember me
and He looks at me still holding on
the tears fall from His eyes
He says I tell the truth
Today, you will live with me in paradise
and I know that my time, yes, my time is coming soon
and I know that my time, yes, my time is coming soon
And I know Paradise, Paradise is coming soon.
So why do I like that passage so much about the thief? Because that thief is me! I'm the unworthy sinner who deserves punishment for my sins. Hanging next to Jesus, I would look no different than this fellow. And even as they were going to die, Jesus extended mercy to him at that moment. It had to have been great comfort for the thief, even under the circumstances...and most likely a relief.
To me, that tiny scripture passage secures my place in paradise. Because if Jesus can forgive that guy and those that crucified him, he will forgive even me.
This is my favorite part of the Easter story. May be a little odd, but every time I hear this passage read or read it, I get chills. Third Day has a song entitled "Thief" that is one of my all-time favorites and the lyrics are so powerful. You can read the lyrics or go ahead and listen to the link below if you would like. It's a great, great song.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wktv5mA7EB0
Thief
I am a thief, I am a murderer
Walking up this lonely hill
What have I done? No, I don't remember
No one knows just how I feel
and I know that my time is coming soon.
It's been so long. Oh, such a long time
Since I've lived with peace and rest
Now I am here, my destination
I guess things work for the best.
and I know that my time is coming soon.
Who is this man? This man beside me
They call the King of the Jews
They don't believe that He's the Messiah
But, somehow I know it's true.
They laugh at Him in mockery,
and they beat Him till He bleeds
They nail Him to the rugged cross,
And raise Him, they raise Him up next to me
My time has come, I'm slowly fading
I deserve what I receive
Jesus when You are in Your kingdom
Could You please, please remember me
and He looks at me still holding on
the tears fall from His eyes
He says I tell the truth
Today, you will live with me in paradise
and I know that my time, yes, my time is coming soon
and I know that my time, yes, my time is coming soon
And I know Paradise, Paradise is coming soon.
So why do I like that passage so much about the thief? Because that thief is me! I'm the unworthy sinner who deserves punishment for my sins. Hanging next to Jesus, I would look no different than this fellow. And even as they were going to die, Jesus extended mercy to him at that moment. It had to have been great comfort for the thief, even under the circumstances...and most likely a relief.
To me, that tiny scripture passage secures my place in paradise. Because if Jesus can forgive that guy and those that crucified him, he will forgive even me.
Monday, March 25, 2013
"Winter Wonderland"
As I was cleaning last week, I found this story and thought it was so fitting right now. (Jay keeps making comments like, "I'm sick of winter. Who would want to live here?") I don't know who wrote this, there are no identifying markings on it...but it has to be someone local because the township of which they speak, Orange, is the one in which I live. And maybe it was modified, I don't know. ( I did have to change one word along the way.) Anyway, enjoy...
Winter Wonderland - copied
Aug. 12 - Moved to our new home in Orange Township, it is so beautiful here. The fields and the woods are so pretty. Can hardly wait to see the snow.
Oct. 14 - Orange Township is the most beautiful place on earth. The leaves have turned all colors and shades of red and orange and yellow. Went for a ride through the hills and saw some deer. They are so graceful. Certainly they are the most wonderful animal on earth. This must be paradise. I love it here.
Nov. 11 - Deer season will start soon. I can't imagine anyone wanting to kill such a gorgeous creature. Hope it snows soon. I love it here.
Dec. 2 - It snowed last night. Woke up to find everything blanketed in white. It looks like a postcard. We went outside and cleaned the snow off the steps and shoveled the driveway. We had a snowball fight (I won), and when the snow plow came by, we shoveled the driveway again. What a beautiful place. I just love Orange Township.
Dec. 12 - More snow last night. It's really pretty. The snow plow did his trick on the driveway again. I love it here.
Dec. 19 - Snowed all night, again. Couldn't get out of the driveway to get to work. I am exhausted from shovelling. That darn snow plow.
Dec. 25 - Merry Christmas. More friggin' snow. If I get my hand on the jerk who drives the snow plow, I swear I'll kill the idiot. Don't know why they don't use more salt on the roads to melt the ice.
Dec. 27 - More white stuff! Been inside for three stinkin' days except to shovel the driveway every time the snow plow goes through. Can't go anywhere. Car's stuck in a mountain of white stuff. The weatherman says to expect another ten inches of the stuff again tonight. Do you know how many shovels of snow ten inches is? Man!
Dec. 28 - The stupid weatherman was wrong. We got fourteen inches of white stuff, not ten!! At this rate it won't melt until summer. The snow plow got stuck up the road and the jerk had the *nerve* to come to our door asking to borrow a shovel! After I told him I've broken six shovels already moving all the snow he pushed into my driveway, I broke the last one over his head.
Jan. 4 - Finally got out of the house today. Went to the store to get food and on the way back, a darn deer ran in front of the car and I hit it. Did about $3,000 worth of damage to the car. The beasts should be killed. Wish the hunters had killed them all last November.
May 3 - Took the car to the garage in town. Would you believe the thing is rusting out from all the salt they put on the roads?
May 10 - Sold the house, moved to Florida. I can't imagine why anyone in their right mind would ever live in god forsaken Orange Township.
Winter Wonderland - copied
Aug. 12 - Moved to our new home in Orange Township, it is so beautiful here. The fields and the woods are so pretty. Can hardly wait to see the snow.
Oct. 14 - Orange Township is the most beautiful place on earth. The leaves have turned all colors and shades of red and orange and yellow. Went for a ride through the hills and saw some deer. They are so graceful. Certainly they are the most wonderful animal on earth. This must be paradise. I love it here.
Nov. 11 - Deer season will start soon. I can't imagine anyone wanting to kill such a gorgeous creature. Hope it snows soon. I love it here.
Dec. 2 - It snowed last night. Woke up to find everything blanketed in white. It looks like a postcard. We went outside and cleaned the snow off the steps and shoveled the driveway. We had a snowball fight (I won), and when the snow plow came by, we shoveled the driveway again. What a beautiful place. I just love Orange Township.
Dec. 12 - More snow last night. It's really pretty. The snow plow did his trick on the driveway again. I love it here.
Dec. 19 - Snowed all night, again. Couldn't get out of the driveway to get to work. I am exhausted from shovelling. That darn snow plow.
Dec. 25 - Merry Christmas. More friggin' snow. If I get my hand on the jerk who drives the snow plow, I swear I'll kill the idiot. Don't know why they don't use more salt on the roads to melt the ice.
Dec. 27 - More white stuff! Been inside for three stinkin' days except to shovel the driveway every time the snow plow goes through. Can't go anywhere. Car's stuck in a mountain of white stuff. The weatherman says to expect another ten inches of the stuff again tonight. Do you know how many shovels of snow ten inches is? Man!
Dec. 28 - The stupid weatherman was wrong. We got fourteen inches of white stuff, not ten!! At this rate it won't melt until summer. The snow plow got stuck up the road and the jerk had the *nerve* to come to our door asking to borrow a shovel! After I told him I've broken six shovels already moving all the snow he pushed into my driveway, I broke the last one over his head.
Jan. 4 - Finally got out of the house today. Went to the store to get food and on the way back, a darn deer ran in front of the car and I hit it. Did about $3,000 worth of damage to the car. The beasts should be killed. Wish the hunters had killed them all last November.
May 3 - Took the car to the garage in town. Would you believe the thing is rusting out from all the salt they put on the roads?
May 10 - Sold the house, moved to Florida. I can't imagine why anyone in their right mind would ever live in god forsaken Orange Township.
Friday, March 22, 2013
Pig Hauler
It's circa July 2012. I'm car shopping. Little did I know what the future would hold for my shiny new wheels. It was at that time that I took a big step and traded in my seven-passenger SUV for a five-passenger, camper-pulling, horse-hauling, bed-with-a-lid-storing, four-wheel-drive pickup truck. I was excited. I thought it would be so great to be able to pull the camper or trailer without having to trade vehicles with Jay or tracking down the Quackdaddy to borrow his truck.
And I have enjoyed the truck. There are many times when it has come in handy and there are also many times when I miss the extra two seats, but we have managed.
I love that the bed of the truck has a lid...and I call it my trunk. There have been times when the gear in my trunk was utilized for an impromptu picnic or cookout. It's normally stocked with tables, chairs, a Gott cooler, tent, etc. I have it packed full of stuff I need (yes, Jay, I need that stuff).
But, for the past four weeks, my beautiful, shiny truck has been transformed into a Pig Hauler (that's what I call it). With the crazy, ridiculous cold temperatures and the need to transport pigs from point A to point B, the lid on the bed of the truck provides the perfect cover for a bed full of straw and pigs.
Never in a million years did I envision my truck being a Pig Hauler. Or that we would be Pig Farmers, per se. I like to think of my kids as the pig farmers, and we're just the directors, the financiers of the operation. But here I am, almost 38 years old, a mother, wife and hog mama. I spent last Saturday night with my husband, daughter and another couple in a hog barn, standing in pine shavings, wearing booties on my boots (so as to not track our pig germs in), staring at several pens of baby pigs...all the while enjoying some complimentary pulled pork and chips.
A couple weeks ago at youth, the lesson was on guilt. Every time the word "guilt" was used, all I could think of was a female pig, a gilt. What is happening to me? My thoughts are becoming consumed by swine lingo, I've given up date nights for pig auctions and I'm now driving a pig hauler.
And I have enjoyed the truck. There are many times when it has come in handy and there are also many times when I miss the extra two seats, but we have managed.
I love that the bed of the truck has a lid...and I call it my trunk. There have been times when the gear in my trunk was utilized for an impromptu picnic or cookout. It's normally stocked with tables, chairs, a Gott cooler, tent, etc. I have it packed full of stuff I need (yes, Jay, I need that stuff).
But, for the past four weeks, my beautiful, shiny truck has been transformed into a Pig Hauler (that's what I call it). With the crazy, ridiculous cold temperatures and the need to transport pigs from point A to point B, the lid on the bed of the truck provides the perfect cover for a bed full of straw and pigs.
Never in a million years did I envision my truck being a Pig Hauler. Or that we would be Pig Farmers, per se. I like to think of my kids as the pig farmers, and we're just the directors, the financiers of the operation. But here I am, almost 38 years old, a mother, wife and hog mama. I spent last Saturday night with my husband, daughter and another couple in a hog barn, standing in pine shavings, wearing booties on my boots (so as to not track our pig germs in), staring at several pens of baby pigs...all the while enjoying some complimentary pulled pork and chips.
A couple weeks ago at youth, the lesson was on guilt. Every time the word "guilt" was used, all I could think of was a female pig, a gilt. What is happening to me? My thoughts are becoming consumed by swine lingo, I've given up date nights for pig auctions and I'm now driving a pig hauler.
Thursday, March 21, 2013
The purge
The Merriam-Webster dictionary gives several definitions for the word purge. The two I am referring to right now are: to get rid of; or to make free of something unwanted.
I have started the purge, which was the next phase of moving Madolyn's room downstairs and the home office upstairs. I am purging all of the files that were stuffed into three two-drawer filing cabinets in the basement. I began by bringing stacks of file folders with me to work, and in my free time, I'd sort, save and shred. I would drag a huge bag of paperwork to work and return home with a much lighter, condensed version of the important stuff. I repeated that process a couple days and felt pretty good about my progress.
Until I realized that the two other filing cabinets were still full. The stuff I brought was stacked on top of one cabinet and in the 'working' drawer. So next I spent an entire evening going through two of the three mini file cabinets I had things stored/stashed away in. Holy Smokes. I had every single one of our tax returns in there since we've been married.
I found Lane's hospital pictures, whoa, they were frightening. Madolyn decided Lane looked like a Guinea pig. I can't say I disagree with her a whole lot...but don't tell Lane I said that. I wonder what people really thought when they saw our little man. I wouldn't be surprised at all if "He's breathtaking" ran through people's minds. (Re: Seinfield.) I told Madolyn not to give Lane too much heck about the pictures, she looked like a sumo wrestler. And if I could find them, I would show her. I'm pretty sure it would shut her up.
By the time I was through with the purging of the files, I had a laundry basket full of sheets of paper, stacked one right on top of the other. It was FULL. I was shocked, especially considering all the shredding I had done at work. My little man Lane came along and helped by making paper balls. It's really not helpful at all, but he loves it. He used to do it all the time thinking it was useful for making fires in the wood stove. Not really, but he would spend hours, no joke, crumpling up scrap paper. As we speak, in my kitchen, there are two boxes of 'fire balls' and one laundry basket of paperwork ready to be burned...if the wind would ever calm long enough to do so without starting a forest fire.
The amount of paperwork that has surfaced is unbelievable. Jay says it's because I am a hoarder. I say it is because I am lazy. I'm terrible when it comes to filing paperwork and organizing that garbage...because it makes my head spin. I truly am hoping that having the office upstairs will make a difference.
My mom is treating me to an early birthday present this weekend. She is repainting the room. As I had just repainted Madolyn's room in August of last year, I was fully prepared to live with the rather shocking turquoise walls. Apparently there are other members of my family that can't stomach the thought, and hey, as long as I am not the one painting the room, I would love for it to have a little makeover...so I am picking out a new paint color tonight. Yee-Haw.
I'm kind of excited about decorating a room for me. No one else is going to have any say-so in what is going on with the decor in this office. (Yes, Jay, that means you.) There will not be one single dead animal hanging from the wall. Not one. It won't be fancy, but I hope to make it cozy and inviting...inviting enough that I will WANT to file away paperwork because I really am running out of excuses. The office being in the basement was my last good one.
I have started the purge, which was the next phase of moving Madolyn's room downstairs and the home office upstairs. I am purging all of the files that were stuffed into three two-drawer filing cabinets in the basement. I began by bringing stacks of file folders with me to work, and in my free time, I'd sort, save and shred. I would drag a huge bag of paperwork to work and return home with a much lighter, condensed version of the important stuff. I repeated that process a couple days and felt pretty good about my progress.
Until I realized that the two other filing cabinets were still full. The stuff I brought was stacked on top of one cabinet and in the 'working' drawer. So next I spent an entire evening going through two of the three mini file cabinets I had things stored/stashed away in. Holy Smokes. I had every single one of our tax returns in there since we've been married.
I found Lane's hospital pictures, whoa, they were frightening. Madolyn decided Lane looked like a Guinea pig. I can't say I disagree with her a whole lot...but don't tell Lane I said that. I wonder what people really thought when they saw our little man. I wouldn't be surprised at all if "He's breathtaking" ran through people's minds. (Re: Seinfield.) I told Madolyn not to give Lane too much heck about the pictures, she looked like a sumo wrestler. And if I could find them, I would show her. I'm pretty sure it would shut her up.
By the time I was through with the purging of the files, I had a laundry basket full of sheets of paper, stacked one right on top of the other. It was FULL. I was shocked, especially considering all the shredding I had done at work. My little man Lane came along and helped by making paper balls. It's really not helpful at all, but he loves it. He used to do it all the time thinking it was useful for making fires in the wood stove. Not really, but he would spend hours, no joke, crumpling up scrap paper. As we speak, in my kitchen, there are two boxes of 'fire balls' and one laundry basket of paperwork ready to be burned...if the wind would ever calm long enough to do so without starting a forest fire.
The amount of paperwork that has surfaced is unbelievable. Jay says it's because I am a hoarder. I say it is because I am lazy. I'm terrible when it comes to filing paperwork and organizing that garbage...because it makes my head spin. I truly am hoping that having the office upstairs will make a difference.
My mom is treating me to an early birthday present this weekend. She is repainting the room. As I had just repainted Madolyn's room in August of last year, I was fully prepared to live with the rather shocking turquoise walls. Apparently there are other members of my family that can't stomach the thought, and hey, as long as I am not the one painting the room, I would love for it to have a little makeover...so I am picking out a new paint color tonight. Yee-Haw.
I'm kind of excited about decorating a room for me. No one else is going to have any say-so in what is going on with the decor in this office. (Yes, Jay, that means you.) There will not be one single dead animal hanging from the wall. Not one. It won't be fancy, but I hope to make it cozy and inviting...inviting enough that I will WANT to file away paperwork because I really am running out of excuses. The office being in the basement was my last good one.
Wednesday, March 20, 2013
Busted!
“And why worry about a speck in your friend’s eye when you have a log in your own? How can you think of saying to your friend, ‘Let me help you get rid of that speck in your eye,’ when you can’t see past the log in your own eye? Hypocrite! First get rid of the log in your own eye; then you will see well enough to deal with the speck in your friend’s eye. Matthew 7:3-5 (NLT)
This week Monday morning arrived with a bang or a blast to my ego. Ha. Let me explain. On Friday there were various things going on at work and I had a few frustrating moments regarding, well, work things that I won't get into specifically, but I had vented my frustration to a couple coworkers. What added to my fit was the phone ringing off the hook between 3:30 and 3:55 on a Friday when it had been pretty quiet all day. It was quite an afternoon and I was frazzled by the time I headed home.
Monday arrived and as soon as I walked in the door of my office, I was bombarded with this, that and the other. Turns out, in all the hustle and bustle and confusion of Friday afternoon, I, the great and perfect Sarah, made a few mistakes of my own. Snap. I hate it when that happens. And Friday I had been complaining about other people and their mistakes, etc.
I took it in stride. I owned my mistakes and laughed a little because instantly I thought of the speck-in-your-eye scripture, as I call it, referenced above. I was quickly reminded that while others may make mistakes, I am no different. And instead of ranting and raving about their imperfections, I better focus on my own.
No one likes to get busted like that, but every now and then, I guess, it's good for us.
This week Monday morning arrived with a bang or a blast to my ego. Ha. Let me explain. On Friday there were various things going on at work and I had a few frustrating moments regarding, well, work things that I won't get into specifically, but I had vented my frustration to a couple coworkers. What added to my fit was the phone ringing off the hook between 3:30 and 3:55 on a Friday when it had been pretty quiet all day. It was quite an afternoon and I was frazzled by the time I headed home.
Monday arrived and as soon as I walked in the door of my office, I was bombarded with this, that and the other. Turns out, in all the hustle and bustle and confusion of Friday afternoon, I, the great and perfect Sarah, made a few mistakes of my own. Snap. I hate it when that happens. And Friday I had been complaining about other people and their mistakes, etc.
I took it in stride. I owned my mistakes and laughed a little because instantly I thought of the speck-in-your-eye scripture, as I call it, referenced above. I was quickly reminded that while others may make mistakes, I am no different. And instead of ranting and raving about their imperfections, I better focus on my own.
No one likes to get busted like that, but every now and then, I guess, it's good for us.
Monday, March 18, 2013
Wait for it...
And we know that all things work together for good to those who love God, to those who are the called according to His purpose. Romans 8:28 (NKJV)
Wait patiently for the Lord. Be brave and courageous. Yes, wait patiently for the Lord. Psalm 27:14 (NLT)
Rejoice in our confident hope. Be patient in trouble, and keep on praying. Romans 12:12 (NLT)
We live in a society where everyone wants everything right now. We expect immediate responses and answers. If someone doesn't reply to a text, we get annoyed because we really need to know their reply at this moment. When the Internet freezes, we freak out, wondering what in the world we're going to do without it. If I am held up two minutes at a railroad crossing because of a passing train, oh my goodness...don't they know I need to be somewhere this instant!
I feel like my kids are growing up in a fairytale world. A world that 15 years ago was unthinkable. I never would have imagined that I could send someone across the globe a message and they could respond immediately. I remember in high school beepers were starting to become popular. I'm not even sure my kids know what a beeper is, but I can bet they would think they were ridiculous. Why wouldn't you just call or text the person?
Or how about Skype? I've never used it, but what an awesome tool for families spread out everywhere. I'm sure that military families utilize Skype on a regular basis. To be able to see children or grandchildren thousands of miles away and interact with them in realtime...it's amazing. It's instantaneous.
So many times when we pray for something we want, we expect answers quickly. And when we don't get them fast, we assume that we aren't getting them at all. Remember the song by Garth Brooks, "Unanswered Prayers"? Some of God's greatest gifts really are unanswered prayers because although we may think we know what we want, God knows what we need and when we need it.
God uses us for his purpose...at least that is His plan. Sometimes when bad things happen, it is hard to see the good, but God tells us that all things work together for good. He says "ALL THINGS" and all, at least in my mental dictionary, means everything.
It is hard to be patient. I'm one of the most impatient people I know. I want answers right now. When I pray for something, I want to see results quickly. What's cool is that sometimes, I do get results right away. Just the other night on my way home from work, Jay called on his way home from work and his truck died, literally. I quickly prayed that it would be something simple. And it was. In a matter of minutes, he had reprogrammed whatever gadget needed rebooting and he was on his way. May seem silly, but I felt like my prayer was answered ASAP.
It is difficult to see the good in situations that aren't going my way. And the key to that failure is the "my way" part of the statement. I need to remember that things need to go His way and then they'll turn out good...in His time. Even though we have become accustomed to getting things right now, sometimes we just have to wait for it...
Wait patiently for the Lord. Be brave and courageous. Yes, wait patiently for the Lord. Psalm 27:14 (NLT)
Rejoice in our confident hope. Be patient in trouble, and keep on praying. Romans 12:12 (NLT)
We live in a society where everyone wants everything right now. We expect immediate responses and answers. If someone doesn't reply to a text, we get annoyed because we really need to know their reply at this moment. When the Internet freezes, we freak out, wondering what in the world we're going to do without it. If I am held up two minutes at a railroad crossing because of a passing train, oh my goodness...don't they know I need to be somewhere this instant!
I feel like my kids are growing up in a fairytale world. A world that 15 years ago was unthinkable. I never would have imagined that I could send someone across the globe a message and they could respond immediately. I remember in high school beepers were starting to become popular. I'm not even sure my kids know what a beeper is, but I can bet they would think they were ridiculous. Why wouldn't you just call or text the person?
Or how about Skype? I've never used it, but what an awesome tool for families spread out everywhere. I'm sure that military families utilize Skype on a regular basis. To be able to see children or grandchildren thousands of miles away and interact with them in realtime...it's amazing. It's instantaneous.
So many times when we pray for something we want, we expect answers quickly. And when we don't get them fast, we assume that we aren't getting them at all. Remember the song by Garth Brooks, "Unanswered Prayers"? Some of God's greatest gifts really are unanswered prayers because although we may think we know what we want, God knows what we need and when we need it.
God uses us for his purpose...at least that is His plan. Sometimes when bad things happen, it is hard to see the good, but God tells us that all things work together for good. He says "ALL THINGS" and all, at least in my mental dictionary, means everything.
It is hard to be patient. I'm one of the most impatient people I know. I want answers right now. When I pray for something, I want to see results quickly. What's cool is that sometimes, I do get results right away. Just the other night on my way home from work, Jay called on his way home from work and his truck died, literally. I quickly prayed that it would be something simple. And it was. In a matter of minutes, he had reprogrammed whatever gadget needed rebooting and he was on his way. May seem silly, but I felt like my prayer was answered ASAP.
It is difficult to see the good in situations that aren't going my way. And the key to that failure is the "my way" part of the statement. I need to remember that things need to go His way and then they'll turn out good...in His time. Even though we have become accustomed to getting things right now, sometimes we just have to wait for it...
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