My desire is to faithfully practice the simple discipline of living in the present, to thoughtfully discover and create joy in each and every day. I want to put a stop to my mindset that someday I will be at peace and be living exactly the life to which God has called me. Because the truth is, all that I am called to is today’s obedience. Every single day. Every moment is far more sacred than we could ever imagine, and a life of obedience comes from a lifetime collection of choices that glorify our Jesus. I’m committing to try my hardest to seek out these divine moments. Day by day, moment by moment, breath by breath.
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When I was a little girl, I remember waking in the middle of the night, terrified once again by a recurring nightmare. Aliens: I believed that they were actually coming to kidnap me, quietly waiting to emerge from those foreboding shadows to snatch me away from my family.
The hectic flurry of daily life has taken over, and once again exasperation has crept in, evoking a cry of helplessness from my soul. Though I try to balance it all, I fail miserably. Even the simplest of tasks sap my confidence in my own ability. I'm constantly hounded with reminders of my frailty and inadequacy.
But I’m thankful for these reminders.
She plucks, she prods, she scowls. Thick, vicious tendrils slap their feisty arms to her cheek. Dismayed, she surrenders to the wrath that is her morning hair. Fat tears well up in her eyes. Unruly and riotous to say the least, the bad hair day is subtly symbolic of an image and a life that she feels is out of her control.