Do you ever sit back and look at your life and wonder what it all means and what it is all about? Do you ever wonder if what you do each day is worth much and if you are making a difference in this world? Does it all seem overwhelming at times? Do you ever want to just throw in the towel and call it quits? The kids never listen, they act like brats, meals are always underwhelming, laundry is never done, floors are dirty, walls have fingermarks everywhere, and there just is no joy in living. Throw a home-based business into the mix and you have a complete recipe for disaster.
O Glorious Day! Resurrection Morning! Up From the Grave! Triumphant over sin and death! O Hallelujah! O What a Savior!
“But now, listen to me, Jacob my servant, Israel my chosen one.
The LORD who made you and help you says: Do not be afraid, O Jacob, my servant, O dear Israel, my chosen one.
For I will pour out water to quench your thirst and to irrigate your parched fields.
And I will pour out my Spirit on your descendants, and my blessings on your children.
For this weekends Sunday post I’m introducing you to a friend of mine and letting her share with you. She blogs at Towngirl and she’s one of my best friends. She has 3 boys and a tiny daughter who is just adorable. Her boys are turning into amazing young men, and she’s sharing today about what they decided to do for their oldest as he becomes a man. I think you will be blessed by this!
“…for I have learned how to be content with whatever I have.” -Philippians 4:11
That’s a quote from the Bible peeps – written by Paul while he was in prison – not me declaring that I have figured out how to be content!
Today we celebrate. We celebrate with gifts and tinsel and good food and the camaraderie of family. We give gifts to the poor. We send cards and packages to our troops overseas. We attend Christmas eve services. We worship. Worship the Babe. This time of year was chosen centuries ago – as early as 354 A.D. It’s my personal opinion that Jesus wasn’t born in December, but I love the tradition that a large part of the world sets aside a day just for Him. Whatever your traditions, however you choose to celebrate, I invite you to join me in worshiping the Babe in a manger.
God’s Got This. He has SO got this! It doesn’t matter what it is – He’s got it. IF. IF I will let him!
Lately I’ve said this little phrase to a couple friends at a couple different times. ‘God’s Got This’. Meaning, don’t worry, don’t stress, don’t be discouraged, God’s Got This. It’s all under control, it will all work out.God’s Got This. He has SO got this! It doesn’t matter what it is – He’s got it. IF. IF I will let him!
Lately I’ve said this little phrase to a couple friends at a couple different times. ‘God’s Got This’. Meaning, don’t worry, don’t stress, don’t be discouraged, God’s Got This. It’s all under control, it will all work out.
My thoughts are trending a bit to the melancholy side today. And I’m contemplating the Circle of Life. And the brevity of life. Just a vapor and then it’s gone.
As I have been spending all my waking hours preparing for my upcoming Market, I haven’t taken a lot of time to listen to the news. I see a bit of it here and there on fb when I take time to look at fb on my phone. I hear a bit from my husband when he comes home from work and shares what he has heard.
This weekend I slowed down my frantic pace a bit paid closer attention.
I watched this video shared by a friend.
Memorial Day is a federal holiday in the United States for remembering the men and women who died while serving in the country’s armed forces. The holiday, which is celebrated every year on the final Monday of May, was formerly known as Decoration Day and originated after the American Civil War to commemorate the Union andConfederate soldiers who died in the war. By the 20th century, Memorial Day had been extended to honor all Americans who have died while in the military service. It typically marks the start of the summer vacation season, while Labor Day marks its end.
Many people visit cemeteries and memorials, particularly to honor those who have died in military service. Many volunteers place an American flag on each grave in national cemeteries. -Wikipedia
Easter sort of crept up on me this year – even though it was the middle of April. You would think I should have been well prepared and ready. But I wasn’t. I won’t go into all the details of why I wasn’t – I just wasn’t. Since Sunday I’ve been contemplating Easter – in retrospect. I’m sharing some of my thoughts here – it may seem a bit rambly and random in places but hopefully something will bless you.
Yesterday I did something I hadn’t done yet this year. I went to church.
Yes, you read that right – I went to church for the first time this year. Are you shocked? Are your eyebrows on the ceiling and your jaw on the floor?
That’s the look I get from the people I’ve mentioned it to recently that I hadn’t been going to church.