Well, 6 out of 7 have dropped sick since June 1. Jeremy is still standing strong. Me…not so much.
I felt so tired and burned out a couple weeks ago that I carelessly threw out to Jeremy, “Maybe I’ll get sick and have to lay in bed.” Sounds terrible. But that’s where I was.
Well, God heard me. Made good on my request. And now I’m realizing how foolish I am.
Being healthy is a blessing. Being tired could be one too. “For when I am weak, then I am strong.”
I was missing it.
The little chalkboard sign in the kitchen got changed yesterday. I snapped this picture at lunch…
Can you read it? “Today is the last like this.” (Ann Voskamp)
Nothing in this day will ever be replicated exactly like today. The orange juice will be less full. Those pickles will most likely be gone. My Caleb will keep growing.
And the only way to slow it down is to stop. Make myself like a huge boulder in a river and settle into the wet soil. Watch it all. Feel it all.
That’s what God’s been doing this week. Stopping me in my tracks.
Reminding me that He showed Himself most strong when He became weak. The resurrection came after the cross.
Living weak may be the best way to live like Him. Then I have no choice but to be filled…poured out…again and again and again.
One perfectly created day at a time.
“Therefore, since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses, let us also lay aside every weight, and sin which clings so closely, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us, looking to Jesus, the founder and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is seated at the right hand of the throne of God.” (Hebrews 12:1,2)