Went to church tonight with the ones who were home and not working---and that diminished our group almost by half. Amy Grant is at the church this weekend participating in the worship service (a guest/personal friend of the music director, Bruce Carroll), and honestly, every seat was filled. And being that the auditorium seats around 5,000 folks, it was very crowded. There will be 3 services tomorrow (a typical Sunday morning) and I'm thinking that the place will be filled then as well. Yes, we go to a mega-church.
The pastor talked about how we spin too many plates. (I'm definitely guilty of that.) And how we need to let the Lord do the spinning. 'Course maybe if it's God doing the running of the show, no plates will spin. Order will be the name of the game. And you know, with the thoughts on my mind now, I realize that the Lord will allow life to pinch a bit in order to draw us closer to Him. The circumstances are irrelevant in comparison to what He's doing in my heart. Being made pliable is the name of the game, and I'll admit to getting a tad rebellious at the process.
If I had my druthers, life wouldn't get so uncomfortable and itchy. My husband would have bunches of work in the shop and the bills would be paid on time. And my mind would be at peace. I do have to learn that my sense of security can't be in the bank account or whether or not my husband's business phone is ringing. If I can laugh in the face of being squeezed, then I'll have grown, I'm thinking.
And as my husband is fond of saying---we've all got some baggage, eh? It's just different for each of us. But it's still there. In the face of seeing a marriage break up with sweet friends next door, I'll take my problems any day. They're mine, you know?
(photo of end tables he finished today---others will put on a painted finish, and the drawers and top will have mirror applied)
(photo of end tables he finished today---others will put on a painted finish, and the drawers and top will have mirror applied)
