Another day has passed. I did not die from stress although I had high stress all day. My boss was giving me grief about requesting time off to attend my children's doctor's appointments. Seriously. I'm at the point that if I get pushed much more I'm going to blow up at somebody. I do not want that to happen. So I breathe, pray a lot and read my Bible.
I need to break it down into manageable parts. One hour at a time, one minute at a time. Until the next one, then do what is in front of me right then. Keep working as hard as possible even though the stress and pain seems unbearable.
I should go to bed before my early riser gets up! I've got one that's usually climbing into bed no later than 6 on the weekends. Oh well. I've got 10 minutes until lights out.
I've learned a lot about myself in the last couple of months. I started to remember. I started to remember who I really am. Then I continue to read about who Jesus thinks I am and take that to heart. The God of the universe, the one who spread the stars in the sky and named them all knows ME intimately. There are not words for that.
Although I know it's not my time, I cannot wait to get to Heaven. In Heaven I will be healed, in a perfect body with no aches and pains. My body will be glorified. I will worship at the throne singing Holy Holy Holy is the Lord God Almighty, who was and is and is to come. I cannot wait until that day. When I can meet up with those who have gone before me and we can rejoice with each other and with our Lord. Won't that be great? How long, O Lord? How long must we wait?
Come quickly Lord Jesus.
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