Too Often

Too often I complain--oh, never out loud--that God is being silent. And there sits my closed Bible on the desk.

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Too often I think--what if people knew my thoughts and the struggles in my heart what would they think?

He knows.

He thinks--"I love you with a love that cannot cease."

That will do.

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Too often I wake up in the morning thinking, "I will never make it through this day!"

And then the Spirit who "specializes" in my weaknesses takes control.

That evening I think--"one of the best days ever."

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Too often I sit and think--imagine--what my future is going to look like--and wow! can I ever imagine. Then, I start to worry, feel stressed, even depressed. At times--do I dare admit it--angry.

And then I am reminded.
"that neither death nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor things present, nor things to come, nor powers, nor height, nor depth, nor any other created thing, shall be able to separate me from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus my Lord."

"This mortal will take on immortality. This corruptible will take on the incorruptible."

"And just so, shall I ever be with the Lord."

Just so. Ever.

That's my future.

It's far beyond my wildest imagination.

What do you think? Maybe I need to think about--meditate on--the future I know to be true. That might put the kibosh on that worrying, ungrateful thinking. "Whatever things are worthy of praise; think on these things."

"The sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory that is to be revealed to us."

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Too often I spend so much time trying to come up with some spectacular way to say "I love you" that I miss out on all the simple but elegant opportunities I have each day to simply "say," "I love you." Couldn't be because the spectacular ways make me look good, could it? (I do love myself!)

Lord keep me simple.