Good morning my friends! Welcome to another beautiful day! Yes, I’m that crazy person that starts their day at 5 a.m. with a morning run… enjoying the morning as I watch everything wake for another busy day. It’s amazing how busy our lives are that we forget to enjoy God’s creation and gift to us.
Depending on my route and the number of miles I run, my morning is filled with headlights as people head to their job, birds waking as the sun begins to peak from its blissful sleep, wildlife of deer that cross my path, raccoons scurrying across the way and sometimes a skunk or two, a family of foxes that are out looking for their morning meal and the occasional biker or fellow runner getting a jump on their day too.
We’re given a fresh start each day, and how we approach each situation is up to us… no matter how trying it is or rewarding. Taking time for ourselves, whether it is early in the morning, a mid-day getaway or an evening of time alone, we all need to spend time with Him to recharge.
Philippians 4:13 I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.
Have you ever gotten off-track, without realizing what has taken place? How often have you found yourself starting… stopping… starting… stopping, and then without realization you’ve gone no where and accomplished nothing. With the distractions of social media, email, video chat and life… we find ourselves spinning with no end in sight.
Many times I think of how I need to continue my writing. My daily inspirational sight has gone unattended for months and I even moved my unfinished book to an online sight so that I can take a moment here and there to continue with that work too, even when I’m sitting at one of my children’s activities. For whatever reason, everything still sits.
Maybe I overthink my writing. That has crossed my mind. Instead of relaxing and letting the story flow, I find myself choosing the perfect words so that each sentence is just so. My downfall at times is being a perfectionist. It’s difficult for me to settle for less. After all, I truly am a good writer, but also wonder if the unknown of catching a break and being picked up by a publisher holds me back. Change is scary, something that I shouldn’t shy away from considering I’ve done well with throughout my professional career in public relations and marketing.
How to get back on track… to stay focused and not falter… that’s a good question that only I have the answer for.
Jeremiah 29:11 For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans for welfare and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope.
What should be a normal summer, it’s not. You’ve been given an unpaid vacation; one that you weren’t prepared for, one that you were thrown into. But how to keep things normal? There is nothing normal about this. Seriously, who yanks the carpet out from under another person without knowing a family is now in peril, that children’s lives have been turned upside down?
It’s difficult to not dwell on the actions of others that have sent your world spinning out of control; to focus on the task ahead is difficult, almost daunting. Now what? Where to start? Sure there are lots and lots of online postings from employers hiring. You’re diverse, quite the background, achievements and work experience; however, you know this will be a strike against you as someone with your skill level doesn’t find a job by accident, you have to know someone.
You put out feelers, make contact after contact with colleagues. You’re not used to asking for help and are worried at how this will be received. A few respond with keeping their ears open, how they’ll let you know if something crosses their desk, while others actively send you job postings they’ve learned of. It’s overwhelming, almost scary to think that you’ve shared with others what you’re going through.
Philippians 4:6-7: Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.
Today I woke to hear that once again innocent people have been harmed. Without warning while going about their daily routine their lives were changed forever. My heart is heavy for those that lost their lives, those that were injured, and the families and friends that are affected by others actions. Exodus 20:13 You shall not murder.
It’s difficult to wrap my thoughts around the why, the who and the how. Why are there people in the world that spend their time thinking of ways to harm others, to show others that they’re tougher? Were these people bullied as children? Were their lives at home as children so miserable that they carry a grudge against the world, against people they’ve never met? Who are these people? What are they about and why is their only goal in life to harm others? How do they have so much time on their hands? How do they have so much power over others? Who has the time to sit around thinking of ways to show the world that they are bullies and will act without compassion or lack of respect for life.
Life is a gift, a gift from God. Our time on earth is precious and should not be wasted pursuing trivial or petty things. He is a loving God and what we do does matter to Him. He gave his only son for the lost, for sin, for us.
John 3:16 For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believe in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.
Why are people quick to judge? We hear it every day… we read it every day… we’re a society that’s quick to judge. Why is this so? It’s easily justified as opinion or discussion regarding the situation. After all we’re entitled to our opinion and our opinion doesn’t hurt anyone, correct?
To judge someone else’s actions and the outcome created by their actions is human nature. We’re all guilty of it and without a second thought are part of it. Intentionally we’re not being malicious. We find ourselves caught up in the moment, it’s a discussion with coworkers or friends, and we all have an opinion after all, what we have to say is important.
The other day as I read through the news, an article that had created a lot of buzz was a group of minors being caught by law enforcement with alcohol. Everywhere I went I was surprised at the various opinions people shared that knew nothing of the situation or who was involved.
After the course of several days of hearing stories of when others were that age, how those youngsters were only doing what teens do, what’s wrong with law enforcement don’t they remember when they were that age, and on and on… I could only smile to myself. I never once heard anyone say that maybe this was God’s way of stepping in to keep His children safe. If, just IF one of those youth would have been in an accident due to their intoxicated state and a life was tragically lost, then the tune would have changed to where was law enforcement. And through all of the talk and the opinions I never once heard anyone ask where were their parents?
Romans 2:3 Do you suppose, O man—you who judge those who practice such things and yet do them yourself—that you will escape the judgment of God?
Death is a part of life, one is part of the other… it’s difficult to talk about loss and yet so easy to boast about gain. Accepting the good is easy, acknowledging our accomplishments is rewarding. On the other hand I find myself stammering for words when another life is gone.
My thoughts turn to The Book Thief by Markus Zusak. It’s such an engaging story, difficult to put down and yet emotionally stimulating on numerous levels as it’s narrator is Death. Death has no gender and is simply referenced as “it”. As daunting as it was to read Death’s words I felt compelled to learn more about what “it” had to say. With every word I read, I tried to suppress my emotions, after all it’s just a story of a young girl living in Nazi Germany during the Holocaust, but it is written about one of the most difficult topics ever, the Holocaust… so much pain, suffering and death.
Accepting the loss of a loved one, a friend or even those that touch our life isn’t easy. It doesn’t matter what their age or how they died, the fact that they’re no longer with us is difficult to accept. We’re afraid to let go and if we acknowledge our feelings we may lose them, correct?
I’ve always been taught that it’s healthy to grieve, that it’s a process, something everyone does differently. I should acknowledge my feelings so I can say my goodbyes knowing that God has been there all along. What a comfort there is in trusting God to handle everything allowing me to rejoice in life and be comforted with fond memories of a life that has left this earth.
Romans 14:8 For whether we live, we live unto the Lord, and whether we die, we die unto the Lord: whether we live therefore, or die, we are the Lord’s.