Whether people mean for it to be - or not. Things happen, things are said or done.... and I talk and share way too much. Enough about my rambling thought this morning.
I love life. I may grumble and gripe a lot... but I love to be active and I love to live life. I love people and I love doing special things for them - or things I think they would like and enjoy. Many times I guess I just overstep my boundary lines and well, things done aren't always received too well; at least not the way I hoped they would be. But that is also life.
I cannot live life in fear of what what may happen; or what may come about; or what was... I can only face today and do my best to live it with a good attitude and pray for good.
I received my Southern Theasaurus the other day and have enjoyed going through it. For Christmas the other year I bought the great granddaughters a few 'Southern' books. I know they won't understand... but I love my southern heritage and being from the south. I like to think we are special. Of course every area of the world has their own dialect of saying things.... but I love the drawl of the south. It's friendly. Y'all know that, right?
2 Peter 3:9 (NKJV): "The Lord is not slack concerning His promise, as some count slackness, but is longsuffering towards us, not willing that any should perish but that all should come to repentance."
As fallen humans, it is our nature to become impatient if our expectations are not immediately fulfilled. But the apparent delay in Christ's return is a gift of mercy, a sign of God's patience. In His great love, He waits, granting people the opportunity to repent and be saved, not willing that any should perish. This "grace period" until Jesus returns gives each of us more time to spread the good news of salvation and reach as many people as we can with the free salvation that is ours. But we are already in the end times and Christ's return can happen anytime... are you ready?
I received a video from someone yesterday and it was about praying for your children - to never give up. It just intensified my desire to pray more over my children as I desire each one and their families to turn to Jesus and follow Him. He doesn't demand perfection - only He is perfect - He only wants us to follow Him. I cry out to Jesus for each of my children, my grandchildren, and my great grandchildren, by name, and future generations as well. I pray generational curses be broken in the name of Jesus. I pray that new life will come forth in each one. I pray that each will turn to Jesus and will follow Him. If I had to lay down my life for my children to be saved, I would in a heartbeat. I want them with Jesus.
I encourage you to pray for your children. This world with all the things in it have turned our children away from God. Money, jobs, people, video games - so much has taken the minds of our children away from Jesus. We no longer get and keep our children in church. Oh many have the head knowledge of God; I did as I was growing up...... but it is the heart knowledge that will get them in to heaven. As a parent, do you want your child going to hell because you didn't live for Jesus and you didn't choose to give them the example of following Jesus? I'm not pointing fingers at anyone. I failed; and therefore now I pray. And pray hard. My heart's desire is that each of my children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren, will choose Jesus over the world. It really isn't hard to follow Him. It's just letting Him help you with living life. Making the choices that are good for you and for others. It's all about Jesus.
I had lunch yesterday with an old friend whose husband died last November. Can you even imagine getting on a plane, sitting down, fastening your seatbelt and whoosh! Your spouse dies. Right in front of you. In a split second. I can't imagine the horror of it all. She has done well in coping and seeking grief therapy through Stephens Ministry programs. She's not up to getting on a plane yet though, and I don't blame her. But she is confident he was ready to meet Jesus. Are we as confident in our spouses, our children, or even ourselves, that we are ready to meet Jesus. One minute we are alive and breathing; the next, we are 'gone'. Something to think about.
Yesterday was an extremely busy day at work and I imagine today will be as well. I've been buried in finding times for meetings - some very critical to where I'm nearly begging other admins to move their boss's meeting so that I can put mine there. And when I ask God to help me, He generally does. Some will email me with a meeting request and call me a 'miracle worker'. I quickly send them a note back that it isn't me being a 'miracle worker'.... it is God answering my prayers and finding a time I can fit the meeting in. Yeah, I'm getting more bold in just putting God out there, even though we aren't supposed to. Luckily my two big bosses are Christians.... I don't know the others well enough to know where they are at, so I have started to tell them when something comes together that it is all God, not me, pulling it together for them. Some will comment they agree; others ignore my comments. And that's fine. God comes first in my life. If the company wants to get rid of me because of it, God will always provide for us when I keep my eyes on Him and sharing who He is.
I need to run to the store this morning and get milk - started to fix a shake yesterday and a whiff of the milk we had didn't set well with me, so it went down the drain. So I had oatmeal yesterday; with nuts and raisins; but no milk. Just realized I didn't put honey or cinnamon in it either. Oh well. Need to get dressed and get the milk so hubby can have his shake when he returns from his workout.
My trainer gave me a compliment yesterday. He said that many women 'my age', and even those in their 50's, that he trains does not have the strength that I have. Which surprised me, in a way. I would be stronger if I had been allowed to clean the house (seriously! Mopping floors and sweeping builds up the arms and back!). I asked him what he meant and he just said that he had moved my weight up on the machines when I worked out - and I was able to do three complete sets. Muscle memory he calls it. I did have muscles many years ago. Now if the muscles in my belly and butt would recall their memory of being much smaller.... just saying. He even said that some men cannot lift as much as I have been. That surprised me, but as we talked about it, I understood the reason why. Many men have desk jobs. They work hard every day, come home and sit all evening. Just like a lot of us women. By the time they get ready to retire they realize that 'maybe', just maybe they need to make their body more healthy so that they can live longer. Or the doctor tells them they need to exercise and get the body moving. So they go to the gym, hire a trainer, and expect miracles immediately. I get it... I want miracles to happen to my body too. Grateful that I have worked out many times in the past; but I'm still not as strong as I used to be. I love getting some definition in my arms... still waiting on the legs to show something besides fat. In time; I just have to be patient.
And... I need to get some things done this morning so will hush... hope that you have an amazing day.
Blessings!
