Covered in warm and fuzzy...
I don't want to be a grumbler or a malcontent, nor do I desire to be tossed about with the winds. I ask myself…
Lord, am I like the Shepherd who feeds himself, or a fruitless tree in autumn, or even like a waterless cloud? Do I merely get through my days, hoping You will bless me and mine, asking, even pleading, that You tend to my every need and want?
I remember last week…
It seemed like every call was covered in a haze of contentious spirits. So many unsettled customers, complaining on and on, angry at the company, angry at the world, unwilling to budge in their frustrations. Ugh, my call time was way up and my irritation started to bubble forth. I heard my voice and mercy had left my building.
I actually expected God to make my day sweet, to make my calls simple, to ensure that I was more than comfy. Pfft at that foolishness.
He had to give me the what for…
Our lives are rewarded greatly by the honey combed pleasures of life... children laughing, the smell of food cooking, a cozy moment with a furry critter, sweet unexpected conversations with a stranger. Yes, much to appreciate but to expect or even live for those precious moments of sunshine is quite silly and honestly selfish.
Lord, may the days be filled with joy and peace, not because You make it so in the circumstance but because of who You are. May the hardships of life, even in the ordinary days, beckon our resolve to rejoice in Your bountiful and balanced abundance. When times get hard, and they always will, help us all to lean in a little more, determined to be thankful as You called us to. Help us all be there for one another in the midst of storms of chaos and friction, or in seasons of skipping through a meadow of flowers.
Help us work with cheerfulness, to the point that we seek to find where we can be used by You….oh what a privilege, oh what an honor, even and especially if the efforts are not covered in warm and fuzzy deliciousness.
I don't want to be a grumbler or a malcontent, nor do I desire to be tossed about with the winds. I ask myself…
Lord, am I like the Shepherd who feeds himself, or a fruitless tree in autumn, or even like a waterless cloud? Do I merely get through my days, hoping You will bless me and mine, asking, even pleading, that You tend to my every need and want?
I remember last week…
It seemed like every call was covered in a haze of contentious spirits. So many unsettled customers, complaining on and on, angry at the company, angry at the world, unwilling to budge in their frustrations. Ugh, my call time was way up and my irritation started to bubble forth. I heard my voice and mercy had left my building.
I actually expected God to make my day sweet, to make my calls simple, to ensure that I was more than comfy. Pfft at that foolishness.
He had to give me the what for…
Our lives are rewarded greatly by the honey combed pleasures of life... children laughing, the smell of food cooking, a cozy moment with a furry critter, sweet unexpected conversations with a stranger. Yes, much to appreciate but to expect or even live for those precious moments of sunshine is quite silly and honestly selfish.
Lord, may the days be filled with joy and peace, not because You make it so in the circumstance but because of who You are. May the hardships of life, even in the ordinary days, beckon our resolve to rejoice in Your bountiful and balanced abundance. When times get hard, and they always will, help us all to lean in a little more, determined to be thankful as You called us to. Help us all be there for one another in the midst of storms of chaos and friction, or in seasons of skipping through a meadow of flowers.
Help us work with cheerfulness, to the point that we seek to find where we can be used by You….oh what a privilege, oh what an honor, even and especially if the efforts are not covered in warm and fuzzy deliciousness.
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