Pic courtesy of Eddi Van W via Flikr I've only just a minute, Only sixty seconds in it. Forced upon me, can't refuse it, Didn't seek it, didn't choose it, But it's up to me to use it. I must suffer if I lose it, Give account if I abuse it, Just a tiny little minute, But eternity is in it. Dr. Benjamin E. Mays This poem was recited by our coach at boot camp today and i thought I would share it here. It's so incredibly interesting how we perceive a minute. This morning, while we were (suppose to be) doing a plank for a minute it seemed like the longest minute I've encountered all week. But later, while enjoying time with my family, 30 of them went by in a snap! How are you viewing your minutes; all the ones God gave you? Are you wishing some of them away? Wishing you were doing anything but the thing God placed you right in the middle of? When you have those encounters just remember this poem by Dr. Benjamin E. Mays. Eternity is in it.
Broken things Broken swings. Broken days, Broken ways. Broken prayers, Broken cares. Broken things Won't break me. Have you ever allowed something small to hinder something big in your life? My personal prayer spot use to be this old, well loved swing in my front yard. It was a favorite spot of mine. I swang my babies on it when they were tiny. I've had lots of long conversations on it through the years. I've cried with friends and family there. I've laughed with loved ones on it. I especially loved to sit there in the early morning with a cup of tea or coffee, my prayer journal and God. Several months ago it broke. Since then I've really been struggling to resurrect my prayer life. I have been mourning my "perfect" prayer spot and not allowing myself to move on. Sure, I've spent time in prayer since my swing broke but it hasn't been the same, concerted, focused effort that it use to be. Why? Perhaps because we're such...
Have you ever waited a long time for something, expected it to occur, actully even have it started and then, nope, you've got to wait for it to come to fruition? I had an issue like this today. I've waited 2 years for something I needed. This project was suppose to be completed today. For reasons out of my control it was only halfway done. I was told it would be finished tomorrow then received a text that it won't get completed until Monday. You would think after waiting 2 years that 2 more days would be a piece of cake.... but nope! I find myself struggling so much with being patient for this to happen. I think it all comes down to expectation. For the last 2 years I didn't expect it. I knew it was a long shot for this project to be taken care of. If it had happened I would have been pleasantly surprised. Joy filled, actually. But because I expected it to happen today, even though it actually IS happening, it's in the process, progress is being made, I...
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