I find myself feeling overwhelmed as I try to use dull scissors to cut through red tape this wk. Vacation for me will be a GRE exam that is giving me major anxiety, even though Ive already completed several masters classes w/ all As. WHY?? I ask. Policy Im told. I missed church, will miss Bible study, my Sun. meeting, 2 of my favorite little boys (besides my own), my bed, my husband 300 miles away, my to-do list (yep, miss that too), my Ohio family, my computer/lifeline, on & on. Its easy to lose direction! But laughter is KEY for sanity in my world & somehow always holds a lesson if I choose to see it. Ara provided both yesterday, as I heard the 85 yr. old scream from her comfy recliner, throwing her arms in the air w/ a look of fear & panic. I GOT it. I GOT it....he yelled!! WHAT??? we asked, concerned at the position Grandmas body was taking on, trying to escape her favorite relaxing spot. This HAIR I ripped from Mamaws arm w/ these scissors!!... They were VERY dull, VERY small, inadequate-for-removing-clone-hairs- scissors, which made the pain last longer & hurt deeper than was necessary. WHY?? I found myself asking a 10 yr. old this time, instead of a seasoned professor or God, knowing theres a lesson here somewhere. Because noW we can CLONE her, he very seriously responded. I BURST into laughter, (SHE was not laughing) as Jack comes screaming on the scene, no, no, no.....absoLUTEly no... (hes definitely NOT in my mothers will). I again soberly realize that NOTHING stays the same. We must face painful circumstances that may lie ahead, like bombing a test we arent prepared for or worse, losing a loved one as lifes seasons quickly move in cycle. Divorce. Betrayal. Financial flubs. Job loss. Identity loss. Terminal illness. All common fears. FEAR of change is more painful, I believe, than the actual change itself. Especially when we try to cut through it w/ dull tools. That test, though required to move on, will NOT define me, if I dont let it. What DOES define me is what or whom I allow to sharpen my instruments that I navigate life with. Losing a Grandparent, parent, or loved one throws us into a painful spin, but through the years, OUR faith is sharpened by THEIR faith. What a gift to pass on! Thats my prayer this wk. -Lord, sharpen my scissors as I cut through this path, so that I may not only navigate a little smoother from one fabric swatch of lifes quilt to another, but so that I may ALSO sharpen the tools of MY children with a strong faith in YOU, the Master sharpener. May we let YOUR love define us, NOT our circumstances. May YOUR threads bind us through fear of change & link us securely in what matters most. Cut away our anxieties as we look for laughter & JOY in each day, knowing we cannot clone the best of lifes moments. We can only face what lies ahead w/ the knowledge you will provide the sharpening of our instruments when we allow it, therefore providing even more joy than we can imagine, especially from an eternal perspective. And THATs the one that matters most when its all said and done.
Posted on: Sun, 27 Jul 2014 18:20:09 +0000
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