There is work.
Then there is the real stuff.
The soul work.
The stuff no one wants to dig into.
I’ve been feeling crabby most of the week.
I’m not sure why.
My kids have been great.
My farmer is wonderful.
We’ve been playing Christmas music as the first snow fell.
So, there’s no reason to be crabby.
Yet I could still feel the sharp edge to my words.
The lack of patience with requests.
Frustration with book work not completed.
Feeling the tension between being ok with being distracted and the need to feel organized.
The real work we need to do is hard.
It’s stopping in those moments of frustration and giving them over to God.
It is remember to have and hold a humble attitude.
My farmer does this so well.
No matter how tired or sore, he still will come in and help.
His mom was like that too.
Such a servant.
Those are things I need to practice.
To work at.
Each moment surrendering my will and my feelings to God.
Letting Him remold me and reshape me more into His likeness.
Our words matter.
They have the power to hurt, or build up.
I want my words to be seasoned with love.
Even when I’m frustrated.
Even when I’m tired.
When I turn my focus off myself, the real work begins.
The real work we need to do is within our own hearts.
It takes time.
It takes patience.
30 Days of Thankfulness
Autumn
I am thankful for:
A loving and forgiving God
coffee and quiet time in the morning hours
lessons in the real work we need to do
bed time
the gospel
a relationship with God
Christmas music
menu planning
friends who encourage me
heat
a season of thankfulness
a son who is making his way
daughters who giggle and love like no others
A bonus daughter who I admire so much
this moment, this time
Will you join with us in naming your gratitude?
Join us in digging in to the real work we need to do.
