All of these scrumptious nuggets waiting to be rolled into one delectable pastry that would last weeks.
However- LIFE happens.
"The mind of man plans his way, but the Lord directs his steps." -Proverbs 16:9
I had recently said that I am taking a writing hiatus. I still am of sorts. I presently am not writing where I really need to study scripture to deliver to you an inspiring article of Truth. Just now though, I had to look up "steps" in the concordance....It means "pace"- which unequivocally, exactly fits what I am trying to say! I have so many ideas to share with you, subjects to study. The "LOV Journal" was meant to inspire women to LOVE being women, being godly women, and to see the Beauty that surrounds us. That is my gift of exhortation in a nut shell. Look for the pretty, look or the positive, look for the silver lining in the cloud. Those phrases are what I diligently communicate to myself and try to share with others. I do not like ugly things; I do not like to share ugly thoughts, feelings, the stuff that makes me feel more like beast than human.
But presently, the Lord has slowed my pace to almost a standstill. My strength is gone. The brightly burning embers are dim.
I understand that as I am comforted through hard times I am enabled to comfort others. But most of the content of my HARD stuff deals with those closest to me. Out of respect for them I cannot, do not write about the struggles we endure. However, the other night I was writing in my journal- you remember, the old faithful friend with soft pages and ink swirls that remains faithful with your secrets? Your BFF that is always as close as a reach-to-the-draw away? I was writing when the thought occurred to me that I should post this particular entry.
So what you see below- is ME... raw, unedited (well, with name removals and se- adjustments for privacy)- written by the woman who yearns to be a Lady of Virtue.
"writing- feel compelled to- _ just blew up at me. Hard to believe that it took h-- this long; I was waiting for it. -e's all upset- how can -e go to work away to make a living when I am falling apart? Really, __ is half of it. I would have screamed at __ right now and shut the door. __e is crying because I am making __ sleep in __ own room. If I do not, I think that I will go clinically nuts. Such is the state my __ can get me in. Still I can hear __ annoying, pitiful attempts of whining/crying to get my attention. It is annoying me because __ is trying to sleep on the other side of the wall. I'm putting ear plugs in soon. Why do I let my ____ stress me out this much? I haven't even mentioned what happened with ______. My heart feels like it exploded and all that is left are shards of glass lying on the floor.
I feel that if I let myself I could
a) scream and scream loudly till my throat is hoarse
b) physically b--- one specific ____
c)get in a car and drive to (who cares?) and not even look back
All but for God's grace.
....but I feel that it (His grace) is a tiny trickle, one small drop to quench the thirsty parched throat of one who has just traversed the Sahara. Or I feel like I am hanging over a precipice with only a thread to hold on to. -not a sailor's well-trained knot of thick cord- just one thin thread- the kind that you would darn a hankie with.
Why does it feel like that when His grace is sufficient?"
Perhaps tomorrow I will post some more.