Messenger

 

Today over at Lisa-Jo’s blog it is Five Minute Friday.

We write for five minutes. We write from the heart. We …just….write.

Don’t worry about typos, or mistakes. Don’t worry about whether you think it sounds dumb or weird or if you believe it is a masterpiece. It doesn’t matter.

Type the words. Tell your story.

Today’s prompt is:  Messenger

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Do you ever have the kind of day(s) that leave you feeling weary? Worn out? Dejected?

Days when you are just going through the motions because that is all you can do…

Me, too.

And then in the midst of the blah, in the middle of the mundane……

Comes the message.

“Come to Me, all who are weary and heavy-laden, and I will give you rest.“Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and YOU WILL FIND REST FOR YOUR SOULS.…  (Matthew 11:28-29)

Jesus is the messenger that walks through the every day.

He is a soft place for the weary, a welcome sight to the worn, and a deliverer for the dejected.

 

Hot Tea and Old Movies

I think I am getting sick. Coughing. Chest congestion. Bummer. I really do not have the time or inclination to be sick. Mind over matter, right?

Life is sometimes that way. Just as I’m plowing through, getting things done on the list, trying to get ahead….boom… I’m sick and tired. And sick of being tired. Sigh.

I think that for today I’m turning off. Tuning out. Resting.

I might make myself a hot drink, wrap up in a blanket and watch old movies, like Steel Magnolias (which I just found on NetFlix).

 

“Come to Me, all who are weary and heavy-laden, and I will give you rest. “Take My yoke upon you, and learn from Me, for I am gentle and humble in heart; and you shall find rest for your souls. “For My yoke is easy, and My load is light.”   Matthew 11:28-30 

Sleep Deprivation And Other Morning Things

I woke up at 4:30 this morning, not by choice. I am not the type that can function on just 5 hours of sleep. I can’t focus during the day when I’ve had such a small amount of sleep. My eyes roll back in my head, and my brain will remain in a fog (more so than usual). I finally got up at 5:15. Number one, I had to pee. Badly. Number two, I was already awake so I might as well give it up and just drag out of bed. I got a half look at myself in the mirror, not a full look because the light over the bathroom mirror is bright and I was sort of squinting. It is a good thing I didn’t get the full brunt of my countenance, I can only deal with so much at one time.

After a few minutes of teeth brushing, hair curling, and mascara applying, I looked like a new woman. Okay, maybe not new…I’ll go with refurbished. Hey, this particular model has been in commission since 1968, be gentle.

I am now ready to face the day. Head on. With some caffeine. After I take a nap.  One knows they are tired when the granite kitchen counter looks like a comfy place to lay ones head. Just for a few minutes. I promise. Of course, if I do that, with my luck I’d end up with a big red splotch on my forehead. Granite is not very forgiving.

Okay, I’m off to save the world before breakfast!  Wish me luck.

And the day begins…….

 

The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases;
    his mercies never come to an end;
 they are new every morning;
    great is your faithfulness.  Lamentations 3:22-23 ESV

 

 

 

 

 

Am I Awake Just Because My Eyes Are Open?

It is Monday morning. It is 7:15 a.m. and it is  still pitch black outside. This time change, jumping forward by an hour, has really done a number on me. I’ve been awake for two hours and I’m already seriously considering crawling under the kitchen table for a nap. This cannot bode well for the rest of the day. I’ve got students to work with, who need their teacher to be, oh I don’t know, awake?

Alas, the moments are not slowing down for me on this early March morning. As a matter of fact they feel like they are speeding up, and I’m only half awake. The moments might run me completely over…..like a semi-truck.

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To be truly thankful doesn’t require huge, life changing moments. Oh sure, those can be great, but for most of us life can feel blessed by the small daily moments. So many times I take things for granted. I’m trying to remedy that. Life can change in a big way when we take the time to acknowledge the small.

It is difficult to be down when one is counting all the things that they have to be thankful for. The right perspective can change a life.

 

Today I am thankful for: 

*running water in the bathroom sink, so I can wash my face and brush my teeth

*indoor plumbing that works, I cannot imagine getting up and having to trudge outside in the cold to use the bathroom.

*well worn, comfy jeans

*a warm, cozy sweater

*a glass of tea

*eggs and toast

*a quiet morning to gather my thoughts

*a family that is healthy, a true blessing

*listening to my son on the radio, it never gets old

*having the opportunity to teach, even though it keeps me very busy

*a heart filled with memories that make me smile

*an old email I had saved from my sister that I reread, it made me laugh out loud

*falling asleep last night, snuggled up with my husband

*clean laundry

*a son that took the trash out

*doggy licks

I am blessed!

Psalm 28:7 -The LORD is my strength and my shield; My heart trusts in Him, and I am helped; Therefore my heart exults, And with my song I shall thank Him.

I love this cow that wanted her photo taken.

 

 

 

Just Plain Weary

Image by CRASH:candy via Flickr

There are days when I am beyond tired.

I’m not just sleepy. I don’t need a nap.

My spirit is sagging. I am worn down and run ragged.

The race is long and the finish line is no where in sight.

I’m about to give up… or give in.

I am soul weary.

My weariness drives me to the only One who can give me the rest that I yearn for.

The One whose words are true.

The One who walks with me…and on days when I am too weary to walk on my own,

carries me.

Psalm 91:1 He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty. —– My shelter.

Isaiah 40:31 But those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint. —   My renewal.

John 14:27  Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid. — My peace.

This month we are talking about rest over at Faith Barista. Click on the Faith Barista Jam graphic on my right sidebar to find out more.

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Just Give Me Chips And Salsa

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I am having a massive brain drain today. I didn’t get much sleep last night and have been busy at church, all day. What happened to the times when I could stay up late at night and actually function the next day? Long gone, let me tell you.

Currently, I am not able to put two coherent sentences together, and yet here I sit on my bed just typing away!  I’ve written a couple of sentences and had about 50 typos. I went back and read what I had typed and thought to myself, “What is this? A foreign language?” So, in case I miss any of my typos please overlook them. It’s difficult to type when one’s eyes are beginning to cross and focusing becomes near impossible.

So, here in Ohio we are to be getting a big snow/ice/sleet storm this Tuesday and Wednesday. I’ve been keeping track of it, considering I am a weather geek and all. This means only one thing.

I MUST GO TO THE GROCERY STORE. I needed to go anyway but have been sort of putting it off.  Now, faced with a HUMONGOUS winter storm and possible stir craziness from being stuck inside for days at a time, I MUST  go shopping  tomorrow. Me and everyone else on God‘s green earth. I hate shopping anyway…much less when every Tom, Dick, and Harry is out buying bread and milk. That has always cracked me up. People hear a storm is coming and run to get milk, bread and eggs. If one is stuck inside, how much can be made with milk, bread, and eggs? I on the other hand get REAL survival food. Hot chocolate mix, baking goods, and pizza. I mean come on, that is so much better if you’ve got nothing better to do than sit around and look outside the window at the blizzard. By the way, if the electricity goes out, one can still eat chips and salsa by candlelight. Just sayin’.

 

 

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