“Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things.”
Philippians 4:8 NIV
I Can choose what I think about. I can let my mind wander entertaining any thought that comes to mind, or I can I ask myself a simple question. Is this thought true? I can fire the negative committee that sometimes wants to camp out inside my head, and chose to focus on all that I have to be thankful for instead. It is a choice to realize that the racing thoughts are only causing more anxiety, and to choose grace for myself and others and gratitude instead. What helps you remember to focus on truth?
"But, I don\"t want to write about grief." I thought as I read Kate\"s Five Minute Friday post this week. I know deep in my soul grief is a necessary part of healing, but it was one that I would much rather skip if I’m being totally honest. I have people counting on me. I don’t have time to fall apart I tell myself. I got to keep moving. I need to distract myself. If I start crying how will I make myself stop. I am ashamed that this still hurts. It has been almost three years. He has moved on. Life has moved on. Why is it so hard for me to move forward? In these moments I need to remember that God is with me. I need to remember that there is no set time table for grief. I need to stop holding on and just be held.
I admit that there have been many times in the past six years that I have prayed that God would fix my situation. I have seen God work and make a way where there was no way. One of the lessons I am learning is to fix my eyes on God instead of my circumstances. If my eyes are on Jesus, my circumstances do not seem so scary. If my eyes are on Jesus, I remember to be thankful for the myriad blessings in my life even in the middle of hard situations. May I remember to fix my eyes on Jesus the author and finisher of my faith. As a song by Scott Krippayne states , "Sometimes he calms the storm. Other times He calms His child"
The song "It Won't Be Like This For Long" popped up in my Facebook memories earlier this week. It reminded me that what I viewed as normal has changed a great deal over the past almost eleven years. Ten years ago, I was walking the floor late at night with my Princess hoping that if I walked with her around the house long enough that she would get sleepy, so that we could both go to bed. Ten years later, I am now up late at night typing this post in a quiet house as late at night is the easiest time for me to find time to write. What we view as normal can change from one season to the next. There have been times in my life when what felt normal to me was not something that I should have accepted as normal. I had brave friends who told me that the life that I was living was not normal or healthy. They helped me make the changes that I needed to make. I remember staying a night in ...
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