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Tuesday, November 30, 2021
A Very Long Time
Tuesday, November 23, 2021
What a Title?
And that's what happen to me as I was reading through issues of Home Life and Mature Living magazines. "What if this is as Good as it Gets?" caught my eye, as well as "When the Rain Falls . . . Things Begin to Grow."
As a writer I was trained to create catchy titles because
that's what draws the eye. Some of the titles I've created and had published
are: "Are you Afraid of a Divorced Person?"
"A Life Changing Truck" "My Melody of Words" "Out of Tune" and "Is The Answer Reverence."
Titles get you thinking, and that's just what I did when I read those two titles!
"What if this is as good as it gets? . . . Are you okay with that?" Me. My personal life. Here we are Thanksgiving week - the time to give thanks for
God's blessings. Am I truly thankful for my life and all the joy and sadness
I've been through? Wow. That's a doozy of a question.
The truth is, we all have our stories of life, the joys, the disappointments, the weaknesses. There's always something we wish could be rewritten to have a happier ending. Many times I voice David's words in Psalm 55:6: "Oh, that I had the wings of a dove! I would fly away and be at rest" and forget all my cares.
Accepting all that has happened to me doesn't mean I like everything, or that I'm happy about everything. It means I've accepted my life and trust God. Whether it's good or bad, God picks up the pieces and continues to work. He continues to work. Let me say that again. He continues to work. Thankfully, He continues to work.
All that my life is, God has provided and directed, and
I trust Him to bring me safely home to Him.
"When the Rain Falls . . . Things Begin to
Grow." When I accept God's control over all the things that
happen in my life, patience grows, understanding grows, humility grows,
compassion grows, acceptance grows. Of course, if I don't accept God's control,
bitterness grows, anger grows, indifference grows, hate grows, dissatisfaction
grows.
“Gratitude unlocks the fullness of life.
It turns what we have into enough, and more.
It turns denial into acceptance, chaos into order,
and confusion into clarity. It turns a meal into a feast,
a house into a home, a stranger into a friend.
Gratitude makes sense out of our past,
brings peace for today, and creates a vision for tomorrow."
Melody Beattie
I believe I have accepted the course of my life, definitely not liking everything, but I can say: "Yes, I'm okay with it as long as God is in control." Farther down in Psalm 55, my heart is expressed completely: "But as for me, I trust in you." And that's definitely a reason to celebrate this Thanksgiving!
Two little titles brought quite a discussion in my mind. What about you? What if this is as good as it gets? Are you okay with it? I think it's worth your time to consider as you prepare to celebrate Thanksgiving and Christmas.
God is the giver of all good things. "Glorify the Lord with me; let us exalt His name together."
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Tuesday, November 16, 2021
Be Thankful for Mercy
The first verse of Mercies Anew:
"Every morning that breaks, There are mercies anew
Every breath that I take Is your faithfulness proved
And at the end of each day When my labors are through
I will sing of Your mercies anew."
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Why don't you take a few moments and meditate on God's mercies in your life. I think you'll soon be singing: "I will sing of Your mercies anew"!
Tuesday, November 9, 2021
Forever Friends
Tuesday, November 2, 2021
Sorry to see you go . . .
Always Go Up
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