Resting. Thankful for two whole days of things falling into place. Getting up and having quiet-time. Wrestling the kids up a tad earlier. Having a tidy house. Letting things roll off of me a bit smoother. All good.
Order seems to be the need I have that makes the day run without squeaks. Disarray, both mental and physical are problems I contend with, but are easy to remedy. Consistency is key.
And I've come to an odd conclusion, apropos of nothing I've said today, but running through my head. Okay, those of you who have traveled with me online know that we have money troubles from time to time. One income, self-employed at that, allow for tight times. News flash. No matter how much I grouse, complain and gnash my teeth, the Lord always provides. End of story. Just wish I'd realized this years ago, but apparently I'm a hard sell. I tend to pray like a mourner, begging and pleading (is that the same thing?) for the Lord to hear me, never (and I mean NEVER) admitting to myself that God Almighty really cares enough to bless me.
They say that your relationship with your parents can affect your trust in God's provision and belief in His desire to hear and respond to your needs. If you're used to being ignored or turned away, then it's possible you believe that your Father in Heaven will do the same. Thankfully that's not the case. Again, I plead to being a slow learner.
Praise be to God for His faithfulness.
'Lord have mercy, Christ have mercy, Lord have mercy.'~Kyrie elieson
