Keep your worries where they belong...in the trash.

happy Saturday evening, another tough day for me here, would give my last breath to be sitting in Kansas visiting my daughter and making ready for her baby shower tomorrow. I hate money, or the lack there of and I hate being in a situation that does not allow me to do these most important things. I miss her so very much, have yet to feel my unborn grandson move within his mommy's tummy, and have let her down by saying I would be there and then facing financial things that detered my plans....UGH, I hate it when my heart is so sad it feels it will break, asking God to take my hurt and sadness and replace it with the fact that the shower goes on and it will be a wonderful day for Megan and baby Chalmers.

In prayer this evening, I asked God to comfort each of us who are battling heartache and pain, I asked him to take the pain we feel and allow us peace and calm. I thanked him for this day even though it was not what I would like for it to be Lord, I am thankful that it was another day to praise you and to get it right. I ask blessings of mercy, grace, and favor, for all. In the name of Jesus Christ I ask for his strength to carry us through the storms of life, his unconditional love and his mercy. Amen.

I can so relate to this little writing...I hope that you can as well. 

A Sore Neck And A Sunbeam

I woke up this morning with a crick in my neck from a worn out pillow and a crick in my spirit from a worried out mind. For the past few days I had regressed into a determined pessimist staring at the single mud hole in a field full of flowers. As we all sometimes do I had foolishly allowed myself to worry about my life instead of trusting in God. I had tried to live in the future instead of enjoying today. I had put off my happiness until all my problems were gone instead of tackling each one of them with faith, hope, and joy. All in all I had literally wasted two days of my life. 

I was still rubbing my sore neck as I walked to the garbage bin with the pillow. As I opened the bin with a snarl, though, I felt a ray of warmth touch my face. The sun had just risen over the trees and God had used its beams to give me a gentle kiss on the cheek. I looked up as the light bathed my face and saw a single bird soaring across the sky and flying into the sunrise. It was a sight so beautiful that it filled me with God’s love. 

In that moment my soul went soaring to the heavens as well and I smiled again. In that second love flowed from my heart and joy touched my spirit. In that instant I felt full of faith and trust. I crumpled up my wasteful worries and tossed them in the trash with that worn out pillow. I looked towards the sky and asked God to forgive my foolishness. Then I dedicated another day to doing His will, sharing His love, and spreading His truth. 

I only wish I hadn’t wasted those 48 hours before I awoke again. Worry is an insidious habit that sneaks back into our brains every chance it gets. It eats away at our lives and drains us of our love. Sometimes God even needs a sore neck and a sunbeam to awaken us from the nightmare that it brings to our days. Keep your worry where it belongs then, in the trash.