No long post today. Starting with the ridiculously long title and the use of the word “just”, this will actually go against all the rules of blogging but I don’t care. These two simple sentences are something I desperately needed someone to tell me once upon a time when going through the hardest thing I’ve ever endured in my life.
I recently watched my grandson struggle to climb up into a chair. I chose not to help him. Not because I’m mean but because I love him.
Per·se·vereˌ pərsəˈvir/ verb: continue in a course of action even in the face of difficulty or with little or no prospect of success. Facing difficulty with little to no prospect of success. Oh my goodness… This sounds so bleak! Persevering without hope, without Christ, is bleak at best. Persevere is a verb. And action word. My idea of persevering is waiting while moving forward. That sounds more hopeful, doesn’t it?
I don’t normally have many dreams – that I remember anyway. I had several last night. A couple of them didn’t make as much sense as others once I woke up but one in particular was vivid. Probably because it was what I was dreaming as I awoke.
When the assignments are too arduous, the emotions too burdensome, the schedule too packed, the future too uncertain, the enemy too fierce… when you’re tempted to quit, hopefully, you’ll have a friend who tells you not to. They’ll tell you to keep breathing. And you’ll be inclined to listen.
Empty Plate . Full Heart 