When we are angry or offended, let us be careful to note where our real complaint lies. This person who insults me at the office or on the bus, this husband who rides roughshod over my feelings, this insensitive individual who does not understand or appreciate me--is he not one whom God has put in my life for my good? Who, after all, is really in charge?
Let us beware of rebellion against the Lord. Circumstances are of his choosing, because He wants to bless us, to lead us (even through the wilderness) out of Egypt, that is, out of ourselves. Settle the complaint with God, and it will settle other things. Be offended with God, and you will be offended with everyone who crosses your path.
-Elizabeth Elliot, "A Lamp for my feet"
I can choose. I don't like this feeling, but I can choose to remember that warm fuzzy feeling with that cup of macha and a good friend watching 27 dresses with me. I can choose to overlook the before and after, the inconvenience though it leaves me to think what really are they thinking.
I suppose too that I can choose to ignore all the teasing, all the comments and everyone's hopes for a fairytale romance. Or perhaps i can just take the seemingly easier way out and let the friendship die off so that I can safely tell everyone that I'm sorry, we lost contact. But its not fair to him or me- I just wish everyone would stop harping on it.
on brighter notes, I've figured that MSG is not good for me. haha. no wonder I always feel like a waterbucket when i eat out. The msg in that dinner that I ate on Friday, though yummy and yes, i crave for more, left me embarrassed when I had trouble reading the print in my bible and hence finding my references. Such awkward silence. And the eyes widening by DK.
can't wait till the day i work so hard that missing lunch is secondary. Hard work is a choice isn't it?
todays walk with P was nice, and thankfully she sent me to get the bike to a friend's house. I've literally sold off clik clak. :( You're a pretty good bike to ride on. Suspension and all. Plus, I've never had the problem of tires going flat.
When we are angry or offended, let us be careful to note where our real complaint lies. This person who insults me at the office or on the bus, this husband who rides roughshod over my feelings, this insensitive individual who does not understand or appreciate me--is he not one whom God has put in my life for my good? Who, after all, is really in charge?
Let us beware of rebellion against the Lord. Circumstances are of his choosing, because He wants to bless us, to lead us (even through the wilderness) out of Egypt, that is, out of ourselves. Settle the complaint with God, and it will settle other things. Be offended with God, and you will be offended with everyone who crosses your path.
-Elizabeth Elliot, "A Lamp for my feet"
I can choose. I don't like this feeling, but I can choose to remember that warm fuzzy feeling with that cup of macha and a good friend watching 27 dresses with me. I can choose to overlook the before and after, the inconvenience though it leaves me to think what really are they thinking.
I suppose too that I can choose to ignore all the teasing, all the comments and everyone's hopes for a fairytale romance. Or perhaps i can just take the seemingly easier way out and let the friendship die off so that I can safely tell everyone that I'm sorry, we lost contact. But its not fair to him or me- I just wish everyone would stop harping on it.
on brighter notes, I've figured that MSG is not good for me. haha. no wonder I always feel like a waterbucket when i eat out. The msg in that dinner that I ate on Friday, though yummy and yes, i crave for more, left me embarrassed when I had trouble reading the print in my bible and hence finding my references. Such awkward silence. And the eyes widening by DK.
can't wait till the day i work so hard that missing lunch is secondary. Hard work is a choice isn't it?
todays walk with P was nice, and thankfully she sent me to get the bike to a friend's house. I've literally sold off clik clak. :( You're a pretty good bike to ride on. Suspension and all. Plus, I've never had the problem of tires going flat.
Although the fig tree shall not blossom
neither shall fruit be in the vines;
the labour of the olive shall fail, and the fields shall yield no meat;
the flock shall be cut off from the fold,
and there shall be no herd in the stalls:
Yet I will rejoice in the LORD, I will rejoice in the God of my salvation.
Habakkuk 3:17-18
This lullaby is only a few words
A simple run of chords
Quiet here in this spare room
But you can hear it, hear it
Wherever you may go
I will let you down
But this lullaby plays on
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