I've been crabby lately. Not just a little snippy but really crabby and rotten. There are things that are out of my control causing me to feel stressed and stressed leads to crabby which eventually leads to angry. not fun.
When I'm feeling stressed, it's hard for me to hear God. I know He's still there but it's the hearing part I struggle with. Some people would say that it's okay for me to be a little crabby when I feel out of control or while I'm dealing with hard issues.
I have told me it's okay. I have told me to go ahead and wallow in it. And God's Word would tell me that my words and thoughts should be sweet.
May these words of my mouth and this meditation of my heart
be pleasing in your sight, LORD, my Rock and my Redeemer. Psalm 19:14
I can't find those pleasing words sometimes when Addie is trying her new screechy voice. And Lauren is singing "Hosanna in the Highest" for the 3,000 time. Or Lael and Alyssa barreling through the house asking to call for a friend or go for a bike ride. Sometimes, I just have to find quiet to hear God again and find my peace.
I go here. And I can hear and see God's promises again of care, peace and a hope.
The only sounds are the noise of my sneakers sloshing on the muddy dirt road. (399)
The multitudes of birds, frogs and bugs all singing their God-given song. (400)
The rattle of an Amish work buggy driving by with a quiet hello from the driver. (401)
Hearing my own breath, in and out, louder as I go up the hill. How many times each day can I just hear my own breath as it's own gift from God? (402)
The smell of woods and fields after a soaking night rain. (403)
from my twitter...
404 holding my baby while her
daddy sleeps close by and praying for Gina, the youngest widow I've ever known.
405 trusting God to bring peace
406 messy counters
407 scattered toys
408 full garbage cans
409 the little hands that create such messes
410 crisp mornings
411 a return to routine
412 cheap bushels of tomatoes
413 fresh vision
414 baby snuggles
415 my girls are piled in one bed
416 good deals on a quick shopping trip
417 watching the baby love her sisters
418 seeing a vision come to fruition
419 time to let hubby nap
420 productive mornings
421 exhausted but blessed with another day
422 sister-friends off for a bike ride
423 giving gifts just because
424 rewarding good behavior
425 beautiful blogs from faraway friends
426 being able to pray for the things I can't fix
427 knowing that He is still in control
428 my big girl's first from-scratch apple pie
429 rearranged rooms
430 opportunities for sister bonding
431 my sewing table, set in it's own little nook
432 seeing a very fashionable friend while wandering TJMaxx
433 hubby saying yes
434 a bag of new clones that don't look like anything I already own.
When I'm feeling stressed, it's hard for me to hear God. I know He's still there but it's the hearing part I struggle with. Some people would say that it's okay for me to be a little crabby when I feel out of control or while I'm dealing with hard issues.
I have told me it's okay. I have told me to go ahead and wallow in it. And God's Word would tell me that my words and thoughts should be sweet.
May these words of my mouth and this meditation of my heart
be pleasing in your sight, LORD, my Rock and my Redeemer. Psalm 19:14
I can't find those pleasing words sometimes when Addie is trying her new screechy voice. And Lauren is singing "Hosanna in the Highest" for the 3,000 time. Or Lael and Alyssa barreling through the house asking to call for a friend or go for a bike ride. Sometimes, I just have to find quiet to hear God again and find my peace.
I go here. And I can hear and see God's promises again of care, peace and a hope.
The only sounds are the noise of my sneakers sloshing on the muddy dirt road. (399)
The multitudes of birds, frogs and bugs all singing their God-given song. (400)
The rattle of an Amish work buggy driving by with a quiet hello from the driver. (401)
Hearing my own breath, in and out, louder as I go up the hill. How many times each day can I just hear my own breath as it's own gift from God? (402)
The smell of woods and fields after a soaking night rain. (403)
from my twitter...
404 holding my baby while her
daddy sleeps close by and praying for Gina, the youngest widow I've ever known.
405 trusting God to bring peace
406 messy counters
407 scattered toys
408 full garbage cans
409 the little hands that create such messes
410 crisp mornings
411 a return to routine
412 cheap bushels of tomatoes
413 fresh vision
414 baby snuggles
415 my girls are piled in one bed
416 good deals on a quick shopping trip
417 watching the baby love her sisters
418 seeing a vision come to fruition
419 time to let hubby nap
420 productive mornings
421 exhausted but blessed with another day
422 sister-friends off for a bike ride
423 giving gifts just because
424 rewarding good behavior
425 beautiful blogs from faraway friends
426 being able to pray for the things I can't fix
427 knowing that He is still in control
428 my big girl's first from-scratch apple pie
429 rearranged rooms
430 opportunities for sister bonding
431 my sewing table, set in it's own little nook
432 seeing a very fashionable friend while wandering TJMaxx
433 hubby saying yes
434 a bag of new clones that don't look like anything I already own.
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