I am having a good day so far today. I am on schedule to complete all of the tasks I have in my diary, which is always a good sign. Indeed at the moment I am half an hour ahead of myself, which is astonishing.
The only slight probleb is the cold that is rapidly developing within be. The Christmas season is one of the busiest for Binisters (okay, you get the idea that I have a blocked up dose, so I will stop reblacig codsodeds). Services and opportunities to talk about Christmas seem to come thick and fast, which is brilliant. So it is rather inconvenient to have a cold right now. I have been taking various proprietary remedies in order to relieve my sore throat and dry me up (too much detail?). I am hoping and praying that they will do the job and keep me going until my immune system can get around to dealing with the cold virus that has overcome it at present.
I feel like I ought to be cheering on my white blood cells: “Come on you whites! Get in there! Let’s be having you!” I am frustrated that there’s not much I can do (other than treating the symptoms), and I will have to wait as patiently as I am able.
How often is our life one of coping with circumstances beyond our control? How often do we have to accept that we will not be able to deliver our best, even though we strive to do so, because other factors / people / events intervene? In those times I guess we could simply give up or give in: admit defeat. Or we can persevere and strive to succeed against the odds. But is there a third way? It seems to me that Jesus was constantly having to cope with dealing with circumstances beyond his control.
Really?
Well, yes. He was not in control at his birth. [m u s t r e s i s t b i r t h c o n t r o l j o k e.] He did not choose the stable. He was not in control of his disciples – they had freedom to choose whether or not to follow him and demonstrated levels of ineptitude that give us all hope as they stumbled around. And yet he coped. His trust in his father was absolute. His prayers were profound and frequent. His patience was endless.
When I am not in control, please God give me the faith to trust that you are holding me, help me to turn to you in prayer, and grow the fruit of patience within me.
Be blessed, be a blessig!
A military cargo plane, flying over a populated area, suddenly loses power and starts to nose down. The pilot tries to pull up, but with all their cargo, the plane is too heavy. So he yells to the soldiers in back to throw things out to make the plane lighter. They throw out a pistol. “Throw out more!” shouts the pilot. So they throw out a rifle. “More!” he cries again. They heave out a missile, and the pilot regains control.
He pulls out of the dive and lands safely at an airport. They get into a jeep and drive off. Pretty soon they meet a boy on the side of the road who’s crying. They ask him why he’s crying and he says “A pistol hit me on the head!”
They drive more and meet another boy who’s crying even harder. Again they ask why and the boy says, “A rifle hit me on the head!”
They apologize and keep driving. They meet a boy on the pavement who’s laughing hysterically. They ask him, “Kid, what’s so funny?” The boy replies, “I sneezed and a house blew up!”
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