Originally published Oct. 25, 2007
Little girls
Girls who become women
Women who become mothers
Mothers who have daughters
Little girls
Generations
Linked
Sometimes broken
Still connected
By pain, if not by shared lives
By longings, if not by experience
Dreams
Dreams that become longings
Longings that become prayers
Prayers that shape reality
Dreams
Little girls who dream
Women, mothers, daughters
Linked
Linked by dreams
Dreams of hope
Prayers of longing
Longings
For love
For hope
For a future
Longings
Words
Words full of longing
Words that break hearts
Words that shape reality
Words
Jesus
Word of hope
Satisfier of the longing heart
God of all hope
For all who long, dream and pray
Jesus
May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit. – Paul in his letter to the Romans, chapter 15, verse 13.
(c) 2007 Debbie Piper
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Resting
Originally published Nov. 16, 2006 as Sick and Tired of Being Sick
Ok, I'm really over this. I'm tired of feeling crappy. It sucks. I finally went to the doctor who said, "It really doesn't matter what it is, I'm going to give you antibiotics." Words I wanted to hear. When you've been the proverbial "under the weather" for going on three weeks, it's time to throw medicine at it and move on.
Of course, I'm still feeling crappy, 'cause medicine isn't magic. It takes time to work. I mean, I'm taking it, following the directions, just like the label says. And you know what happens when you start taking antibiotics, right? The bacteria fight back initially so you actually feel worse for a while. I couldn't believe how quickly I felt worse, like 20 minutes later. And now, 29 and 1/2 hours later, I still feel bad. But I know it will get better if I just keep taking the meds and resting.
Resting. That's an interesting one. I never do that part well. I have a hard time trying to figure out if I need to just push through or if I need to go to bed when I'm sick. And if I give the resting part a try, I want it to work right away! But I'm finding this time that the resting has to be part of every day. I'm tired, get easily winded, and have to actually stop. What a crazy word. Stop. Like, you mean, don't go? Don't do anything? Wait? Rest?
So what's the life lesson from this one? I don't know. Maybe the very basic "I am powerless" lesson. Maybe the whole "rest" concept. Maybe something else. I feel too tired to wax eloquent or spiritual.
Actually, though, I have been remembering that God doesn't love me less because I'm not producing for Him right now. 'Cause I get hung up on that one, you know. Sometime in my life I learned this (erroneous) lesson that I was only worthy of love or respect if I was good for something, if I had a productive day, or did something worthwhile for others.
So when I'm exhausted and unable to do a whole lot, God reminds me that He loves me. Period. End of sentence. Not because I am "doing," but because I am His. For that, I'm very grateful. I need that reminder regularly. 'Cause I like doing. I like being who He made me to be, being productive, helping others, achieving things. And when I can't do those things, when I am reduced to simply "being," I can tend to feel worthless.
Maybe that's the lesson for me, right now. God loves me. And that's the essence of life. Not doing. Being. Resting in Him, knowing that He loves me when I come empty-handed. When I can't even think about loving Him, but can only receive His love for me. Receiving His love, resting in His care, letting Him soothe me when life feels crappy, remembering that there is hope because He is the God of Hope. Knowing that whatever tomorrow holds, He is there. And I am His. And that's enough.
I still feel crappy. I hope I feel better soon. I am glad that I'm not trying to earn God's love anymore, but learning to rest in His love.
Ok, I'm really over this. I'm tired of feeling crappy. It sucks. I finally went to the doctor who said, "It really doesn't matter what it is, I'm going to give you antibiotics." Words I wanted to hear. When you've been the proverbial "under the weather" for going on three weeks, it's time to throw medicine at it and move on.
Of course, I'm still feeling crappy, 'cause medicine isn't magic. It takes time to work. I mean, I'm taking it, following the directions, just like the label says. And you know what happens when you start taking antibiotics, right? The bacteria fight back initially so you actually feel worse for a while. I couldn't believe how quickly I felt worse, like 20 minutes later. And now, 29 and 1/2 hours later, I still feel bad. But I know it will get better if I just keep taking the meds and resting.
Resting. That's an interesting one. I never do that part well. I have a hard time trying to figure out if I need to just push through or if I need to go to bed when I'm sick. And if I give the resting part a try, I want it to work right away! But I'm finding this time that the resting has to be part of every day. I'm tired, get easily winded, and have to actually stop. What a crazy word. Stop. Like, you mean, don't go? Don't do anything? Wait? Rest?
So what's the life lesson from this one? I don't know. Maybe the very basic "I am powerless" lesson. Maybe the whole "rest" concept. Maybe something else. I feel too tired to wax eloquent or spiritual.
Actually, though, I have been remembering that God doesn't love me less because I'm not producing for Him right now. 'Cause I get hung up on that one, you know. Sometime in my life I learned this (erroneous) lesson that I was only worthy of love or respect if I was good for something, if I had a productive day, or did something worthwhile for others.
So when I'm exhausted and unable to do a whole lot, God reminds me that He loves me. Period. End of sentence. Not because I am "doing," but because I am His. For that, I'm very grateful. I need that reminder regularly. 'Cause I like doing. I like being who He made me to be, being productive, helping others, achieving things. And when I can't do those things, when I am reduced to simply "being," I can tend to feel worthless.
Maybe that's the lesson for me, right now. God loves me. And that's the essence of life. Not doing. Being. Resting in Him, knowing that He loves me when I come empty-handed. When I can't even think about loving Him, but can only receive His love for me. Receiving His love, resting in His care, letting Him soothe me when life feels crappy, remembering that there is hope because He is the God of Hope. Knowing that whatever tomorrow holds, He is there. And I am His. And that's enough.
I still feel crappy. I hope I feel better soon. I am glad that I'm not trying to earn God's love anymore, but learning to rest in His love.
Attention
Originally posted on May 24, 2006 as I've Been Thinking
I'm wondering if I should use my blog to post some of what God is teaching me in my life. I can't think of anything else that would be worthwhile posting.
For instance, while feeding Lexi today, I watched her eyes flitting around at all the interesting things around her before stopping to gaze intently into my eyes. Once she got past the distraction of the sights and sounds around her, she wanted my attention, not content to just get the benefit of the milk in the bottle I was holding. She wanted to be noticed by me, to know that she mattered to me, that I was focused on her.
I thought of myself as I look to God. Sometimes I settle for just being the recipient of His blessing and take Him for granted. But deep down, I want to be noticed by Him, to be reassured that He is looking at me. I need to know that His eye is on me, that I matter to Him. I want to be more focused in seeking Him out, looking intently into His face, into His eyes, communicating my love for Him and receiving His love for me.
I'm wondering if I should use my blog to post some of what God is teaching me in my life. I can't think of anything else that would be worthwhile posting.
For instance, while feeding Lexi today, I watched her eyes flitting around at all the interesting things around her before stopping to gaze intently into my eyes. Once she got past the distraction of the sights and sounds around her, she wanted my attention, not content to just get the benefit of the milk in the bottle I was holding. She wanted to be noticed by me, to know that she mattered to me, that I was focused on her.
I thought of myself as I look to God. Sometimes I settle for just being the recipient of His blessing and take Him for granted. But deep down, I want to be noticed by Him, to be reassured that He is looking at me. I need to know that His eye is on me, that I matter to Him. I want to be more focused in seeking Him out, looking intently into His face, into His eyes, communicating my love for Him and receiving His love for me.
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