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For the Restless and Unsettled…

It’s midnight right now. I’m tucked away in the closet, trying to ignore the pile of dirty clothes in the floor, stacked up shoes, and trash bag full of “Goodwill stuff.”

The week ahead is busy. Crazy. I’ve said yes a lot lately. To good things. Things I’m honestly so, so excited about.

But I’m easily overwhelmed. Then restless. Then unsettled. And then…well…up at midnight, hidden in the closet, with fingernails chewed to the quick.

I know busyness doesn’t equate holiness. And I know everything that comes from Heaven doesn’t have my name on it.

And I am sure so many of you live lives much, much busier than I could every dream. Bless. Your. Heart.

But somehow there’s peace in knowing none of us are alone. My friend on the other side of the world just texted me. It’s noon there. She said she’s restless.

Wait. Me too. That’s why I’m up…responding to your text.

And I sent this verse to her. And here it is for you this Monday morning.

“But he said to me, ‘My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.’ Therefore I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me. For the sake of Christ, then, I am content with weaknesses, insults, hardships, persecutions, and calamities. For when I am weak, then I am strong.” (II Corinthians 12:9,10)

There aren’t “insults, hardships, persecutions, or calamities” written on my calendar for the week. (Please, Lord, keep them away.) But in a bright red marker, there’s the word GRACE.

And it will be sufficient…For my midnights, Mondays, and eternity.

Because “It is finished.”

Grace…then and now…for all of us…the unsettled…today.

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Ode to the “Other Days”

His “strength is made perfect in weakness (II Cor. 12:9).”  Praise the Lord!  I am so weak so many days.  I wake up late, skip my time with the Lord, and then rush through the rest of the day.  I check the clock to see how many hours til naptime.  Then I check it again to see what time Daddy will be home.  Before bed I check it to see if it’s too early to put them down.  Yes, 6:00 is a little too early.  Then I put them in the bath knowing that they’ll entertain themselves for nearly an hour before a reasonable bedtime comes.  Those are the days I’m weak.

There are other days where I get up early, workout, pray, and spend time with the Lord.  The boys and I have an excellent day filled with laughs, hugs, and walks to the park.  We’re actually surprised when Daddy comes home “so early.”  I’m reluctant to put them to bed and gladly give in to their pleas for “just one more book.”  Those too are the days I’m weak.

Each and every day, no matter how smoothly things go or don’t go, I still need my Father.  I need His strength to be perfect, because I’m not.  I need to remember the grace I’ve been given and the love I’ve been shown.   Every day, I need to remember that I’m His and live in His strength.