I asked God for strength, and I got challenges to overcome.
So I asked for weakness. Really. I was exhausted. I thought I’d somehow trick God into giving me a break. What I got instead was indecision and the painful turmoil that comes from it.
These days I’ve pretty much quit asking God for stuff. If I ask for anything, it’s to be worthy of all I do have. The more thankful I am, the more I find I have to be thankful for.
Writing is like being able to put life into a snow globe. It takes the things that are too big and scary and reduces them into a form that I can put away when I want and look at from a distance. It also takes all that’s good in life and captures it into something I can take out when I want and look at close up and keep forever. It makes the bad things into something I can hold…and the good things into something I can hold onto. Both help so much that I need that little souvenir of life.
Tammy, I know what you mean. This blog post was equivalent to a wonderful sermon. You said it succinctly and beautifully. May you be blessed with peace.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Linda! Yes--peace! You summed it up. And same to you!
ReplyDeleteThanks for your beautiful and uplifting words.
ReplyDeleteDonna
You are so right!
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www.critteralley.blogspot.com
Thanks, Donna and Pat!
ReplyDeleteTammy...this is great! I started to leave a comment on here last night, but I kept having laptop - freeze up- make me crazy- troubles! Talk about needing peace! :o
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