Serendipity doesn’t always look like it. Sometimes it feels the opposite of the way it “should.” The only way to know is be still and trust to patient durance.
Oh how I need to be reminded! It is so freeing. As I continue in His word and study and be active in His word and my church, how I'm being blessed and filled with His presence and understanding and His peace, Just as I am. He lives! Thank you for your faithfulness Pastor Fisk. I eagerly wait for your Sunday readings and your blessed insight. It fills my morning before i go off to worship!
This framing of self-accusation as negotiation with an occupying force is brilliant. I've caught myself doing this exact thing lately, shoveling guilt like snow that just keeps faling. The point about cold preserving rather than just killing cuts through alot of the typical "suffering is good" rhetoric. Accepting limits as gifts instead of failures is something I'm still learning to practice.
What do I replace the accuser voice with? I’ve listened far too long. It’s a hard undo. The tasks still need doing- mouths to be fed, washing, teaching. How do I do it in the joy of the Lord? This is what I need to ponder. I have been taking a TPUSA economics course by David Bahnsen… there he argues work is a gift from God that blesses both us and our neighbor.
It’s easy to get stuck in the loop. For my money, getting present with a body sweep has paid dividends.
What do I mean?
When the argument gets going, I find the place in my body where I feel it. Then name that place. Focus on the feeling rather than the story. “My chest feels like it is sinking in. That hurts. But I’m here now.” Then I look at my environment, place my body in space: this is my car, this is my room, I like it here.
It’s not magic. It’s weight lifting for muscle memory trained to survive with stories. Drop the story and be where you are.
All glory be to God. Amen. God's peace be with you. Amen.
I don't have to persuade anyone.
I don't have to persuade God that I'm right.
The Spirit works wherever He wishes.
He has mercy on whomever He has mercy.
Whomever He wishes, He hardens.
Let it snow. Thanks for the word in due season.
Alleluia. And thank you for the comment.
Serendipity doesn’t always look like it. Sometimes it feels the opposite of the way it “should.” The only way to know is be still and trust to patient durance.
Oh how I need to be reminded! It is so freeing. As I continue in His word and study and be active in His word and my church, how I'm being blessed and filled with His presence and understanding and His peace, Just as I am. He lives! Thank you for your faithfulness Pastor Fisk. I eagerly wait for your Sunday readings and your blessed insight. It fills my morning before i go off to worship!
Thank you, Carolyn. Your comments are always appreciated!
Your knack for bringing clarity in the midst of my tangled thoughts on a subject is uncanny. Thank you, Pastor.
God be praised for His gifts. By the grace of Jesus I am what I am. May I bring light to the darkness wherever I tread.
Thank you for the comment!
This framing of self-accusation as negotiation with an occupying force is brilliant. I've caught myself doing this exact thing lately, shoveling guilt like snow that just keeps faling. The point about cold preserving rather than just killing cuts through alot of the typical "suffering is good" rhetoric. Accepting limits as gifts instead of failures is something I'm still learning to practice.
Boundaries, like most walls, don’t feel good to build. But they feel good when they work later.
What do I replace the accuser voice with? I’ve listened far too long. It’s a hard undo. The tasks still need doing- mouths to be fed, washing, teaching. How do I do it in the joy of the Lord? This is what I need to ponder. I have been taking a TPUSA economics course by David Bahnsen… there he argues work is a gift from God that blesses both us and our neighbor.
It’s easy to get stuck in the loop. For my money, getting present with a body sweep has paid dividends.
What do I mean?
When the argument gets going, I find the place in my body where I feel it. Then name that place. Focus on the feeling rather than the story. “My chest feels like it is sinking in. That hurts. But I’m here now.” Then I look at my environment, place my body in space: this is my car, this is my room, I like it here.
It’s not magic. It’s weight lifting for muscle memory trained to survive with stories. Drop the story and be where you are.