Patience with Impatience

Are you ever impatient? I’ve been known to be mighty impatient at times; impatient with myself, impatient with others, mighty impatient.

Part of it has to do with my intense personality. Part of it has to do with my extraordinarily busy schedule. But, the greater part is a matter of heart and attitude.

This morning The Lord spoke to my impatient heart and helped me adjust my attitude. I am undone before Him and rightly so. He has been so patient with me all of my life.

  • He has shown me the same truths over and over when I should have already learned that lesson.
  • He has given me countless fresh starts when I stubbornly insisted on my own way.
  • He forgives me when I ask.
  • He helps me face the consequences of my poor choices even when I ignored His warnings to consider the paths before me and choose wisely.

Oh, I love Him so.

Here’s the wonderful part. Once we have been made aware, we don’t have to stay in that impatient place. We can ask for help. We can pray.

My prayer today and for many days to come is that I will extend that long-suffering kindness and patience to those I love and come on contact with.

And remember,

  • You never know what a person is struggling with.
  • You once were just as young and impulsive.
  • Impatience leads to the wrong thing at the wrong time.
  • Patience is a virtue worth pursuing.

Be completely humble and gentle; be patient, bearing with one another in love. (Ephesians 4:2 NIV)

You too, be patient and stand firm, because the Lord’s coming is near. (James 5:8 NIV)

Be still before the Lord and wait patiently for him; do not fret when people succeed in their ways, when they carry out their wicked schemes. (Psalm 37:7 NIV)

And we urge you, brothers and sisters, warn those who are idle and disruptive, encourage the disheartened, help the weak, be patient with everyone. (1 Thessalonians 5:14 NIV)

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My 2018 Emancipation Proclamation

I enjoy numerology, the study of numbers and their meanings. It intrigues me. Sometimes it inspires me. So as 2018 approached, I began to investigate the numeral 18.

I was not excited about what I read. It seemed every article referred to one negative word – bondage. That doesn’t give you any warm fuzzy feelings. That makes you think of coercion, slavery, chains, exploitation, persecution. Not exactly what we hope for as we begin a new year.

And then I continued to research and I came to an understanding of what I believe 2018 will mean for me. I’ve decided to become an abolitionist. I have decided to invest my time, my energy and my resources into helping people I know and love break chains of bondage in their lives. I’ve decided to confront any issue in my own life that demands servitude from my soul and distracts me from spiritual growth. I’ve decided this will be the year of bondage busting, freedom gaining, chain breaking, persecution confronting, and slavery abolishing!

That’s a mighty big declaration, but I serve a mighty big God! My faith is stirred up! I want in on the revolution! I have located my courage. I want to help lead folks to freedom! I want to hand them the keys they need to let their souls soar! I want to be the candlelight in the darkness. I want to offer hope and healing!

Who do I think I am? How do I dare make such a claim? Why do I think people really can change? Because they can! And it doesn’t matter ‘who I am’. What matters is ‘whose I am’! I dare because I have seen the faithfulness of my God. I have witnessed the power of love. I can testify on behalf of hope!

I believe! I choose to believe! I’m determined to believe! What about you?

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Resolutions

You may be surprised to know that this week, the very last week of ever year, right between Christmas and the New Year, is very important to me. I may even consider it my favorite week of the year.

It is the week that I contemplate the year almost gone and consider the year about to begin. It is the week that I make plans, create calendars and decide on my New Year’s Resolutions. It is the week I dream dreams, catch my breath and gather my courage

I know, I know, some folks think all that is pointless. But, as for me, it helps me to focus. It helps me to decide what really matters to me. It helps me prioritize. It turns my face in the right direction.

For a couple of years I’ve sorted my goals into categories. Those who enjoy a good spread sheet or a planning book will appreciate my method.

My categories this year are –

Spiritual Growth

Physical/Mental Health

Relationship Mending

Financial Stability

Writing/Author Projects

I don’t know about you but with life zipping by at the pace of a race horse, if I am hoping to just get around to things when I can, well, those things don’t stand a chance of getting done. I need a list. I need reminding. I need goals.

As a #momofmany, I do a lot of cooking for a crowd. I have had to learn to put a few things on the back burners of the stove while I concentrate on more pressing matters that need my focused attention. That’s kind of how my lists and plans and resolutions work for me.

One of my life-goals for instance is to visit Israel. That’s not going on the list for 2018. It’s just not going to happen. But it will one day, another day.

Y’all! It’s going to be 2018! And the truth is, we have no idea what it will hold. I can attest to being surprised by a number of people and events of 2017. So, I know we can’t be making these lists in concrete. We will have to be flexible. But, as I’ve heard it said many times, to fail to plan is a plan to fail. I believe that.

If you want to read your Bible every day this year, find a reading plan. Our church (Church of the Highlands) offers a online One Year plan. YouVersion has several to choose from. There are loads of options.

Do you want to save more money this year? Open a savings account. Want to get out of debt? Cut up some credit cards. Need to lose a few pounds? Schedule time at the gym. Hope to have a better marriage? Better health? Better job? Better future? Prioritize and bring those things to the front burners of your proverbial stove.

No matter how you choose to spend 2018, make it count. Every one of the 365 days, every one of the 8760 hours can matter. They can matter to you and to the people you love. They can even matter to total strangers as you invest in missions works or charities.

I’ve lived long enough to have learned a few things. The best things in life usually don’t just happen. We have to participate, on purpose and help make them happen.

‘Twas the Week Before Christmas…

It is about this time of year that I can almost surely hear the ticking of a proverbial clock. Tick tock tick tock. Are you ready? Tick tock tick tock. Have you forgotten anything? Tick tock tick tock? Time is fleeting.

One week from tomorrow night is Christmas Eve and one more week will bring us to New Years Eve. The end of another year. Opportunities seized or lost, never to be had again in that exact manner. Memories made. Moments spent whether wisely or foolishly, never to be regained, relived, redeemed.

Once again, although I determine every year, never again, I’ve overdone Christmas presents. Well, I suppose to some we are keeping it simple and to others we are being extravagant. It really matters where you’re standing yourself. As for me, I’m standing in the midst of it, right smack dab in the middle.

My perspective is a bit muddled. I vascilate from imagining their expressions of delight on Christmas morning to anxious thoughts of wondering if I made the right choices. Between my kids having half a dozen Nov/Dec birthdays and the holidays, I’ve been in overdrive for weeks.

So, for a bit of comic relief and even a bit of serious contemplation, here is my version of a familiar poem. Merry Christmas.

‘Twas the week before Christmas

When all through the house,

The children are fairly vibrating

And I’ve barely seen my spouse.

I’m making my lists and

I’m checking them twice

I can’t really keep up

With who’s naughty or nice.

Gifts still need wrapping

But, thankfully they’re all bought.

I’m hoping no person or detail

Has escaped my thought.

I’ve done my very best

I hope it’s enough

And if it isn’t

I might say ‘tough’.

I need to start a menu.

There’s a lot of us to feed.

Somehow I must distinguish

Between what I want and what I need.

So, here at this busiest of times

For so many mothers like me,

I resolve to stop and kneel.

To pray on bended knee.

Keep my heart cheerful Lord.

Keep my spirit sweet.

Keep my patience from wearing thin

When the house is far from neat.

Remind me that these children Lord

Are a reflection and a reminder

Of all that is right and good in the world.

Please help me to be kinder.

Amen

Holiday Stress 🎄

“Say what is expected, do what is expected, go where you are expected or you’ll disappoint someone.”

If you are facing holiday Stress, this is the blog for you (and me). 🎄

Stephanie Rodda

It has become my custom around this time every year to blog about holiday stress. Perhaps it is triggered by my own stress of striving to be and do all I can. Grab a cup of something hot to drink and take a few moments to read about the stress factor of the holidays. I hope it affords you some relief.


Amidst all the holiday happiness, family celebrations, gift giving and decadent food eating there is a factor we may try to ignore. It is the holiday stress factor and it exists in the corner of our mind where we’ve shoved it to deal with later.

We never totally forget that it is there for it is always in our peripheral vision. Plus, of course, it demands to be noticed, sometimes with nagging whispers and other times with bold cries. We wish it would just go away and we make…

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Hope Renewed

Unless you have experienced infertility, miscarriage, and the struggle of feeling your own body has betrayed you, you can’t fully comprehend the impact it has upon you. It is demoralizing, discouraging and can leave you feeling hopeless. Oh the prayers I prayed.

Twenty-two years ago, a baby boy was born that would become the first answer to those prayers. He became my hope fulfilled. I found my courage anew.

The day he was placed in my arms as a 5lb premie was one of the happiest days of my life and always will be. Oh the joy he brought with his tiny little self!

Today he is a grown man, but he still makes my heart smile. He always will. His generous heart and joy-filled personality makes him a delight to be around.

Oh sure, there are new problems, new prayers. I suppose that’s the way of things. But Jesse will always be a reminder that God hears and answers prayers. He hears. He cares. And He can do something about it in ways we can’t begin to imagine.

Maybe you’re still waiting, still praying, still hoping. Take courage! Your day is coming! And believe me! It will be worth the wait!

Happy Birthday Jesse! You are treasured and loved! I prayed for you before I knew you and I still pray for you today.

Every Child, Even Those

ABCs of Adoption – Part 9

“Children are not all that matter of course, but to me they should be one of the most important matters.”

Stephanie Rodda

I’m thankful for a lot today and every day. But, when I really think about it, it’s the children in my life that I’m most thankful for and here’s why. They have given so much to me. I am a better person because of the children in my life.

I am thankful for every child I have ever held in my arms, led in prayer, bandaged their boo-boos, tended their broken hearts, told a story to, opened my home to, braided or clipped their hair, read the Bible to, cried a tear over, said hello to and yes, even those I had to say goodbye to.

I am thankful for every child that needed me for a season, that needed me forever, that needed me to bathe them, nurture them, listen to them, dress them and yes, even for the ones who need me to change their dirty diapers or…

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