I am NOT God. I won’t even try to be.
However, so much of what He teaches us is from the reflection of His character.
So applying His characteristics to my life (with the sound knowledge of my place in His great world and great purpose- I AM NOT GOD), I can learn how to better follow Him.
It’s another season that is difficult. It’s not that it’s going to break me, but I am worn slick.
But I have come to learn that I am not thankful for the disciplines when I need their benefits most. In fact, the last thing I want to do when life gets too heavy is the things that require more of me.
During a funeral is the last time we expect to start being more faithful at anything.
Illness doesn’t help us hold our heads up to look at a memory verse.
A broken heart is the hardest to get to sing praises.
I am overweight. I am not sure when I will not be. Each struggle to combat this has led to failure recently.
I have been prayerful about my next steps and pushing them toward the top of my goal list.
I’ve been at this weight before and hated it. It’s no picnic today either. I remember all the hard work and how it took forever to work my hiney off (Literally! <- Also the correct use of literally).
I don’t like that I have already done this hard work. I don’t like that every time I seem to see a pound or two disappear it comes back and sometimes brings friends (like some fabulous fat-keg party that pounds keep showing up to… apparently there’s a party in my torso that I had no idea would be so popular).
I have sacrificed a lot. I am a mother. It is almost in my job description.
I wouldn’t be a good mom if I didn’t let the kids have my last bite.
I wouldn’t be a good wife if didn’t let my husband sleep in on his days off.
I wouldn’t be a good granddaughter or niece if I didn’t go visit my grandmother this week.
I wouldn’t be a good daughter if I didn’t keep checking on my Daddy while He is in the hospital.
I wouldn’t be a good co-op teacher if I don’t get my supply list in for leadership to get out to parents.
(Being good… well, that’s an entirely different subject… moving on!)
Wrinkled faces and slow steps are what accompany some of the most beautiful people I know right now.
And I LOVE them!
I have seen several people honoring the generation(s) ahead of them recently and I applaud them.
I applaud those honoring and those deserving of the honor.
I cannot see a lady honored for starting a women’s conference with prayer each year for over 30 years, and not be moved.
I cannot see a lady esteemed for parenting 3 generations of children and not want to cheer.
I cannot see the man who greets my little ones in the hallway each Sunday with a smile and a kind word (no matter their current mood) and not want to emulate that in some fashion.