Is it okay to admit that you are tired? Some problems that persist just suck the life out of us. Just wear us down until we have little hope of a fix. That's where I am with a couple three issues that have me tiptoeing around the edges of complete heart-shattered status.
What happens when you reach the end of yourself? Is that a good or a bad place to be? I don't know. Today, I took one of my walks. I will admit to you, walking bores the snot out of me. I want to jog, but I have a knee that acts up if I do. I walked into a neighborhood full of brand-spanking-new, multi-million-dollar homes. They had a couple of swans down by the clubhouse pond. It looked like maybe a wedding reception had taken place over the weekend by the looks of the big white tent with fancy folding chairs under it.
Coming back into my own neighborhood, I heard some wind chimes singing lightly from someone's back patio area. I thought about what it was like to be a child all those many years ago. About what it was like when my oldest son was very young and still carefree. When we laughed and felt hopeful about so many things.
Hope can be elusive. It darts like a butterfly at times, just out of reach, but still in our sphere of existence. Other times it lights unexpectedly upon us in the form of good news.
I think it was Billy Graham who wrote a book called "The Reason for My Hope." I'm sure he was talking about Jesus. I have been looking at my pretty, pink-and-brown NLT Bible for several days now, wondering what it would be like if I spent more time reading it. Maybe that's what I'll do for the next little while. I know I can pray and be at peace, no matter what comes, because God is with me. I can pray about all of my cares, big and small, while being okay with the outcomes because God will be with me all of the way. The knowledge that I will never be alone is like a rock-solid castle that I can hide inside.
What happens when you reach the end of yourself? Is that a good or a bad place to be? I don't know. Today, I took one of my walks. I will admit to you, walking bores the snot out of me. I want to jog, but I have a knee that acts up if I do. I walked into a neighborhood full of brand-spanking-new, multi-million-dollar homes. They had a couple of swans down by the clubhouse pond. It looked like maybe a wedding reception had taken place over the weekend by the looks of the big white tent with fancy folding chairs under it.
Coming back into my own neighborhood, I heard some wind chimes singing lightly from someone's back patio area. I thought about what it was like to be a child all those many years ago. About what it was like when my oldest son was very young and still carefree. When we laughed and felt hopeful about so many things.
Hope can be elusive. It darts like a butterfly at times, just out of reach, but still in our sphere of existence. Other times it lights unexpectedly upon us in the form of good news.
I think it was Billy Graham who wrote a book called "The Reason for My Hope." I'm sure he was talking about Jesus. I have been looking at my pretty, pink-and-brown NLT Bible for several days now, wondering what it would be like if I spent more time reading it. Maybe that's what I'll do for the next little while. I know I can pray and be at peace, no matter what comes, because God is with me. I can pray about all of my cares, big and small, while being okay with the outcomes because God will be with me all of the way. The knowledge that I will never be alone is like a rock-solid castle that I can hide inside.
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