Last week I was a mess. The getaway with the hubs was fantastic, but it threw me off my normal routine of how I do things. That always throws me for a loop. Added to it that my household was mildly changed by the grandparents watching the kids and the fridge just deciding to go out, a lot of change was thrown my way.
Change and I aren't friends, but this morning my quiet time served as an excellent reminder that the Bible promises in Hebrews that God never changes. In Isaiah I was reminded that God holds my right hand.
With that, I wrote out the "stuff" weighing me down. I just let the ideas flow. Afterwards, I highlighted the things I can do to bring about resolution for the stuff.
Today I have an action plan. I'll follow it. And I'm going to choose to rest in the thought that God is holding my right hand, just as He did when I was a child, a teen, a single girl, a teacher, a woman wanting to be a mom, a mom of preschoolers and now a mom on the cusp of letting her babies start kinder. He'll be there when I drop them off the first day. He'll also be there with them.
And He's here today. As I do laundry, make phone calls, start plans for next fall that I don't feel all that comfortable with and as I love my boys.
It's easy to feel out of control because I'm entering uncharted waters for me. But that's not of God. God is here, I just need to look to Him for comfort, wisdom, guidance and strength.
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