Earlier tonight I wrote about leaving tonight for the lake (click HERE) ... and I left mad and upset, and in a hurry, and filled with a mind of muddled emotions. Thank you spelling words, grumpy boys, and female hormones for coming together for a perfect storm of family meltdown.
After my hasty departure, on the way to the lake, I realized I'd forgotten one of my prized possessions - my good camera. I had to resort to taking sunset photos with my low res, high pixel camera phone. I also forgot all my veggies at home from the fridge. I had to resort to carrots out of a can.
And then I realized ... I forgot my laptop charger. My blood pressure went through the roof and my disappointment pulled the floor from under me. I have an entire day at the lake tomorrow... all.by.myself. I couldn't wait.
I was finally going to drink my coffee, on my sacred and quiet deck, and write the day away, to try capture the words and images summersaulting around in my head lately. And I was going to venture out with my camera and capture some beautiful nature shots.
Apparently God has slightly different plans than I do. It's forecasted now to rain, no camera, and soon to be no laptop charge. Perhaps I'll have to resort to old school paper and pen. Hmmmmmmm.
I'd love to say I'm excited to see what God actually has in store for me tomorrow, but I'm not. I'm upset and disappointed in myself.
But deep within I know... I know these are the instances when I need to merely open my clutched hands and trust. Let go and let God. He has proven over and over in my life that He's got this, He's got me... I just continue to have a hard time wanting to relinquish that stronghold of control.
An intentional Friday Sabbath is scheduled for me tomorrow. A day of silence and rest. Of soul care and soul filling. I had planned to achieve this through two avenues I love - the lens of my camera and the keyboard of my laptop.
And then I forgot to take them along, because I left the house angry... so tonight I will rest. I will sleep with no alarm and no planned morning long run, my body also getting a scheduled Friday Sabbath instead of my usually early morning long run Fridays.
I will simply embrace the day tomorrow and try view it as a surprise gift from the Lord, instead of a pre-planned day from myself. A day of submission and listening to His whisper. A day of true Sabbath in the way God directs, not in the way I control.
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Being brave... being vulnerable... This is our "Journey To Faith"... our once quietly kept story of the life and love and loss of both our precious little daughter "Faith" and of our "faith" journey with Christ and each other through it...
I am an almost pushing fifty-something, audaciously authentic, Jesus loving, modestly pierced, heavily tattooed, daughter of Christ who carries a colorful past full of mistakes and second chances. I’m a part-time cupcake making powerhouse, full-time art administrator, adoption advocate, control freak, perfectionist, emoji lover, hashtag abuser, camping obsessed, sunset chasing, avid photographer, who’s completely addicted to scrapbooking. Standing beside me is my main man, my forty-something husband of over eighteen years (who’s also moderately tattooed with a colorful past), my three children ages twenty-four, thirteen, and stillborn seven years ago… and of course our adorable little poochie-poo.
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Thursday, September 14, 2017
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