Tossed About

I just wrote about distractions (see previous blog entry) and how they are inevitable. How they should be welcomed because if we are to trust that God is in control then those distractions are not distractions but part of His plan. Right?

Whatever they are they still rush past me tossing me about. Whether they be little or gigantic I grow weary of the pushing and pulling.

After being tossed about a few months ago (I am sure it had something to do with DH being gone on training) I was reminded of these verses: Ephesians 4:14-16 "so that we may no longer be children, tossed to and fro by the waves and carried about by every wind of doctrine, by human cunning, by craftiness in deceitful schemes. Rather, speaking the truth in love, we are to grow up in every way into him who is the head into Christ, from whom the whole body, joined and held together by every joint with which it is equipped, when each part is working properly, makes the body grow so that it builds itself up in love."



This reality hit me that I was that child, tossed to and fro, drowning from the waves of the life I am living. I wanted to stop the waves never realizing that I just needed to find an anchor.

Every time a wave hit instead of turning to God in prayer I tried to work my way out of it. I still try but not as often and I don't get that far before I remember that I don't like the tossing and I am not a good swimmer.

New and shiny......

is what the new year looked like to me only 5 days ago.

I love new and shiny. It is why I shop. It is why newborns are precious no matter what they do. New and shiny hold potential and a promise of future joy.

This morning was not new and shiny. It ached in my shoulders where that massage that felt great 2 days ago is now sore. It creaked in my neck where I slept funny and mocked me when I woke up 15 minutes before my 5am alarm.

Still, all those creaks and aches brought me closer to my knees as I prayed this morning. 4 days out of 365 is all I had of my own strength to do good and rise early. I wonder why it took me 4 days to realize that. I have only actually been up early for 2 days, the first two I slept in.

Is that not just like us to make more of what we did than what it actually was?

So for the rest of 2011 I pray will be spent daily on my knees every morning, praying for strentgh to get up again the next day. Because I know by evening I will have thought of another way to take credit for that which I did not do.