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Fork in the road

Posted in LIFE,Spiritual Relationship by The Saving Mom on September 28, 2010
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At the end of an everlastingly long day I am pooped.  Sure it’s been a bit more than one long day, but it’s been the kind that can really run you down.  These days I can go one of two roads.  Some days I definitely take the wrong road.  I allow myself to get grumpy, angry and altogether not very nice.  And then there are days like today that I feel as if I kept to the smoother path.

If I have a few things in my arsenal it helps me take the better road.  The first is something really, really practical…DRINK WATER.  Lots and lots and lots of it.  Drinking water keeps my energy levels up.  It helps me focus and it actually keeps me calmer.

Number two is actually pretty practical too…BREATHE…DEEPLY.  Before reacting to all the things around you, breathe.  Allow yourself to act out of love.  Sometimes taking a simple breath can give you that moment of clarity you desperately need.

Number three is actually the most practical of all, which is of course, follow the path that God has set before me.  Spending time in His Word is my true source of life.  Without soaking in Him daily I am sure to end up dry and weary.  I am certain to be on the road I don’t want to be on.  Only in Him can I be refreshed and renewed.  When I forget who He is, I am totally lost and completely worn out.  I whine and complain.  But when I remember… Sonshine breaks through the clouds.  When I REMEMBER –

Isaiah 40:21-31

Have you not been paying attention?
Have you not been listening?
Haven’t you heard these stories all your life?
Don’t you understand the foundation of all things?
God sits high above the round ball of earth.
The people look like mere ants.
He stretches out the skies like a canvas—
yes, like a tent canvas to live under.
He ignores what all the princes say and do.
The rulers of the earth count for nothing.
Princes and rulers don’t amount to much.
Like seeds barely rooted, just sprouted,
They shrivel when God blows on them.
Like flecks of chaff, they’re gone with the wind.

“So—who is like me?
Who holds a candle to me?” says The Holy.
Look at the night skies:
Who do you think made all this?
Who marches this army of stars out each night,
counts them off, calls each by name
—so magnificent! so powerful!—
and never overlooks a single one?

Why would you ever complain, O Jacob,
or, whine, Israel, saying,
“God has lost track of me.
He doesn’t care what happens to me”?
Don’t you know anything? Haven’t you been listening?
God doesn’t come and go. God lasts.
He’s Creator of all you can see or imagine.
He doesn’t get tired out, doesn’t pause to catch his breath.
And he knows everything, inside and out.
He energizes those who get tired,
gives fresh strength to dropouts.
For even young people tire and drop out,
young folk in their prime stumble and fall.
But those who wait upon God get fresh strength.
They spread their wings and soar like eagles,
They run and don’t get tired,
they walk and don’t lag behind.

May you soar along the road of life and find that your path is sure and solid because of Who made your path!



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