Morning Meeting with #theBossofMe 12.14.2020
By HisGrace💜👸🏽♐️🦋🦄
😇: Psalm 46:10
📚: Be still, and know that I am God: I will be exalted among the heaven, I will be exalted in the earth.
Inspired By: Behold the Lilies- Daily Meditations for Christian Women (Verna Mast & Susan Schwartz)
😇: 2 Thessalonians 3:3
📚: The Lord is faithful, he will strengthen you and guard you from the evil one.
IIt’s a Good Morning Just Because You Love Me, “Totally Committed”, (Diane Dahlen, Cari Dugan, Laura Krause, Shannon Lindsay, Cate Mezyk, Stephanie Sample)
Feeling Alone: Not the Same as Being Alone.
By HisGrace💜👸🏽♐️🦋🦄
🦄: Embarking on the navigation of life alone is very daunting. I know, I know, Scripture tells me I am never alone. I am training my mind to remember that fact as I approach obstacles for which another pair of hands are required to overcome. No matter how much I pray, I have not been able to manifest “Go, Go Gadget-Arms” or hands.
This issue is not a new one, but one that I have faced even as part of a couple. Sometimes husbands are neither handy, willing to ask or pay for help, nor do they spend time at home. That leaves the woman of the house to take care of things not normally assigned to them by gender roles; and is normally in addition to those assigned roles. Perhaps those arbitrary roles are the reason my education in fixing things is sorely lacking. The little instruction I received was always cut short because my backwards-working-brain can be very dangerous around certain tools. The husband that I love (who was none of the things listed above) told me that I didn’t need to know how to fix things because I had him. Then he died. I keep asking him to swoop down and take care of this mess like he promised.
Today, I find myself attempting to settle into my new spot and these two hands are just not enough to do all the lifting. Fourteen days into this month, and I’m over-budget for paying for help. I gaze around at all that remains undone, and wonder when…, how…, who… I think a lot about my grandmother. She managed to live alone until her early nineties (after her children left home). I know she didn’t have many friends, because she had no trust of man. Although closest in distance, my mom and I weren’t very helpful as we were no where near as strong as that lady was. (Well, I had an uncle who lived closer, but the family joke was that that particular uncle was even older than Grandma was.) She did have something I do not have, though… Sons. Lol. They must have visited occasionally, at least.
In LaPorte, I had neighbors. They helped a lot. Sometimes I asked, sometimes I didn’t. I always offered to pay, but they waved it away stating it was the neighborly thing to do. That was until I became ill, and began the process of selling my house. That is when they wanted payment in full for all fifteen years of their neighborly kindness… in the form of their choice of my possessions… free, of course.
Now I’m in my new spot. One neighbor has offered help, but I am unwilling to take him up on it. I’ve learned that the price for help from man is more than I am willing pay ever again. The prophet Isiah called God’s chosen people “wicked and unrighteous” and I have to agree with his assessment. Myself included. Every human has wicked and unrighteous thoughts and some of us even allow those thoughts to manifest into words and actions at times. The good news for believers is that God forgives us when we ask, make amends, and learn from our mistakes. And He loves us unconditionally: wicked deeds and unrighteous thoughts notwithstanding.
🦋: God’s faithfulness will strengthen and sustain me as I be still and wait on Him.
🎬: I must visualize, trust, and be comforted by God’s all-sufficient companionship and ability to supply all my needs.
🎬: Feel free to share notes & references from your 12.14.2020 Prayer/Meditation/Spirituality in the comments below. 💜😇👸🏽🦋🦄