Learn the lessons
A bit ago, I posted something on Facebook about whether the time has us or we have the time. I'm trying not to fall into a real pity-party. I'm still trying to come to terms with things working out the way they did with the house. I told someone today that I lost the house, but lost is maybe not quite the word for it. I'm coming to terms with that, too. Loss implies the possibility of a victory. There was never going to be one, and I'm still trying to let go of the need to understand why.
I'm human and sometimes surrender looks like a minute-by-minute battle.
You'd think I'd be used to some social distancing by now. To a certain extent, I am. But it's taken this to realize how important my little church family is to me. Other than my co-workers they're about the only people I interact with on a regular basis in person. My kids live away from me and have their own busy lives. So alone isn't new to me. But yesterday, the alone kind of got to me a bit.
For me, it's hard. And yesterday was a good place for the time to have me. A good part of yesterday, I think it did. I binge-ate a lot of tiny carrots. I couldn't sit still. I did start a message that, in regular times, would be given at the Rescue Mission this Saturday. I think that's what got me on the lonely track. I am so blessed to be able to do that, and I miss that, too.
Today, though, I decided to start my Stewardship lessons I got in the mail from Tony Evans. I cleaned the house. When it warmed up, I started doing something with the flower beds in the back yard. I'm taking a bit of a break from that right now to write this. I need to fix myself some dinner for work, and then it'll be time to drop Bucky off for the week, then off to my new normal at work.
Today, I had the time. I used the time. There's still a lot of things I'm trying to deal with these days and the times in which we live aren't helping much, but the things that need done don't stop needing done because I'm feeling whatever...
And I'm thankful for that in a lot of ways. Even when I have to make myself, I try to do things to stay in a routine. I make my bed. I do my dishes. I make sure that if someone wants to tour the house, it's clean for them to do so. Although the home in Oregon is past, my home is still for sale and I have an obligation to keep it ready.
The lesson this morning from Dr. Evans reminds me that I don't own anything; I'm but the steward of what God gives me and I'm trying to be that good steward. I could be mad. I could just let things go to pot. I could throw me a colossal pity party. Of those things, though, none are either being obedient to God or being a good steward of what's left.
I think too, being a good steward is realizing it's not about me. Surrender, like I said, is sometimes a constant battle, but what I'm surrendering most is me making things about me. Somehow, that helps make me feel better knowing that.
Don't let the times in which we live get you. Use the time to grow closer to God. I'm still convinced that when we get to the other side of this, the world is gonna need the church more than they ever have. And keep praying! The news the last couple of days is promising.
I'm human and sometimes surrender looks like a minute-by-minute battle.
You'd think I'd be used to some social distancing by now. To a certain extent, I am. But it's taken this to realize how important my little church family is to me. Other than my co-workers they're about the only people I interact with on a regular basis in person. My kids live away from me and have their own busy lives. So alone isn't new to me. But yesterday, the alone kind of got to me a bit.
For me, it's hard. And yesterday was a good place for the time to have me. A good part of yesterday, I think it did. I binge-ate a lot of tiny carrots. I couldn't sit still. I did start a message that, in regular times, would be given at the Rescue Mission this Saturday. I think that's what got me on the lonely track. I am so blessed to be able to do that, and I miss that, too.
Today, though, I decided to start my Stewardship lessons I got in the mail from Tony Evans. I cleaned the house. When it warmed up, I started doing something with the flower beds in the back yard. I'm taking a bit of a break from that right now to write this. I need to fix myself some dinner for work, and then it'll be time to drop Bucky off for the week, then off to my new normal at work.
Today, I had the time. I used the time. There's still a lot of things I'm trying to deal with these days and the times in which we live aren't helping much, but the things that need done don't stop needing done because I'm feeling whatever...
And I'm thankful for that in a lot of ways. Even when I have to make myself, I try to do things to stay in a routine. I make my bed. I do my dishes. I make sure that if someone wants to tour the house, it's clean for them to do so. Although the home in Oregon is past, my home is still for sale and I have an obligation to keep it ready.
The lesson this morning from Dr. Evans reminds me that I don't own anything; I'm but the steward of what God gives me and I'm trying to be that good steward. I could be mad. I could just let things go to pot. I could throw me a colossal pity party. Of those things, though, none are either being obedient to God or being a good steward of what's left.
I think too, being a good steward is realizing it's not about me. Surrender, like I said, is sometimes a constant battle, but what I'm surrendering most is me making things about me. Somehow, that helps make me feel better knowing that.
Don't let the times in which we live get you. Use the time to grow closer to God. I'm still convinced that when we get to the other side of this, the world is gonna need the church more than they ever have. And keep praying! The news the last couple of days is promising.
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