My little blue monkey

I have a confession.

My mind is everywhere but on my writing this morning.

I am quite anxious today.  Actually very anxious. OK! Truth is my stomach is in knots and I can't think about any one thing for more than a minute! 

My day to day existence over the last 10 days has been spent packing up 32 years of life.

And not just packing. It is the sorting and decision making that goes with it. Deciding what to keep, what to throw away, what to give away and what to sell in our moving sale.

Each item has a story. Each story a memory. And, although I will always have the memories it is still hard to let the item go.

Who knew a small, hard plastic monkey could evoke such emotion? 

I'm telling you, this monkey is the size of a tooney!  It was a decorative item on a drink that I had 9 years ago! And yet it was huge enough to stop me in my tracks and cry today.

The occasion for the drink? I had just received my High School Diploma....at 40! Our family of five went to the Spaghetti Factory, down town Calgary to celebrate.  Some of the tears were of joy as I thought about that accomplishment in my life; I was so proud of myself for my hard work and determination. Some of the tears were of grief. Oh how the family dynamics have changed since then. 

 

I allowed the memories to wash over me, along with the tears. Then I made the decision to keep or toss the little blue monkey with the long tail.

The drawers, the cupboards, the boxes. Most has been sorted. Most is out in the garage for our sale today, this week.

 

Today starts the process of saying goodbye to many treasures, too much stuff and items we don't use enough,
It's been layed out for all to see, to sort through, questioned and bargained for; as we watch it leave through our door.
Each time another 'treasure' is passed from us to them, the memory is embedded deep in our cerebrum.

Our chant within our heads filters down towards our heart; Go ahead and sell it...it is time for a new start.

Cherished memories, friends, times, and years; Thank God it is okay to cry oceans of tears.

Alberta born, Calgary raised, prairie tough and wintered out; The roots are deep and ever here, for that there is no doubt.

But time for change and new adventures has been sent from up above; God designed, laid it out and blessed it with His love.

Obedience is new for me; yes it's really true! But each step I take, He strengthens me and blesses me a new!

 No longer do I trust in self but take my cue from Him, I've released control to do it better and watched the struggle dim,

The sorrow, stress, grief and pain and yes the anxiety too; I give it all away today and the worries become few.

He cares for me, He walks beside and catches me when I fall; He breathes in peace and comforts with His plan to sell it all!

Some treasures I have stored, on earth it is a fact; But I think God's okay with the little blue monkey on my back!

Will you please pray for us today? Will you pray for us this week? Will you stop by and encourage us with a smile or a hug. Perhaps one of our laid out treasures will catch your heart and become a memory for you!

Thank you dearest friends for visiting me here again today. I am once again humbled and honoured by your kind, supportive and encouraging words as I lay out my heart for all to see!

Bless you today as you think about the special treasures you have stored on earth and the greater, eternal treasures you are preparing for heaven ♥ LR

Labels

I would like to challenge you this morning.

The poem in this blog, some of you have already read.

I wrote it my first week out in Victoria in July and had fun with the title and in getting my facebook friends to look at me a little different.

And that, right there, is my challenge to you today.

Not every situation or person is as we may perceive them to be. 

We all carry or wear labels. Sometimes permanent ones that we are proud to display and sometimes ones that are very temporary. And sometimes labels that we want to, try real hard to, would do almost anything to get rid of but seem to stick no matter what we do or say or how we change.

Mother, Son, Friend, teacher, broker, biker, dancer, daughter, native, student, unemployed, adulterer, Caucasian, African American, slow, black, father, neighbor, nurse, murderer, drunk, counsellor, homeless, wise, educated, dysfunctional, broken, thief, speaker, Asian, president, lover, challenged, volunteer, gifted, preacher, tourist, christian, atheist, in-law, out-law, wife, obese, engineer, skinny,  and the list goes on.

Often time the labels are given to us by others. Others who think they know us. Others who see us as they want to see us. Others who only hear what they want. Others who are quick to judge, quick to assume and quick to categorize.

Will you accept my challenge today? 

Not every situation or person is as we may perceive them to be.

Will you take an extra minute to listen to what is being said; take an extra moment to hear what is NOT being said?

Will you open your mind a little more and your heart a little bigger? Will you look past what others have labelled and look for the truth. Dare to label differently. Dare to accept quicker. Dare to judge less. Dare to give a second chance. Dare others the freedom to be all that they are intended to be. Dare you to look at you differently. Dare others to look at you differently.

This picture is a well known illusion.....
What do you see;

 an old women or a young lady?

*insert title to poem here*


I lay in your embrace for too long,
Your passionate heat has left its mark upon my skin and lingers with my senses!
There is no hiding of my sin; You made sure all would see my wickedness!
I suffer alone, no one can touch me!
And In my pain you leave me on my own,
and have no compassion for the wounds you have left!
We have been here before, you and I,
But then, I could go back to my husband,
with regret upon my lips and repentance in my heart!
To him who laid his soothing, gentle hands upon my wounds
and bathed my body with forgiveness as he coaxed healing,
removing the wounds you left me with!
But here, where I am alone, I suffer alone;
waiting for healing to come from within.
Waiting for forgiveness from self destruction
and vowing repentance; when your passion once again
fades all sense of responsibility and desire takes over...
to lay in your embrace again.


Blessings to you today as you look at your world and the people in it just a little bit different than first perceived.  ........................Go ahead, I dare you!

♥ LR

(My title to the poem?  Mr. Sun......)

Expectations 101

I don't do expectations.

I don't like them.

There are two settings of expectations I am specifically thinking about this morning.

The expectations we place on others and the expectations others place on us.

I don't like either.

Both involve people. And both allow people to fail. And...I don't do failure well.

work with me here....

You have been invited out by a friend. She/He says "it is going to be so much fun! I can't wait to do this with you. You are so fun to be around!"

The expectation has been sent. I am now responsible for their entertainment.

My thoughts go crazy!  What if I am having a bad day? What if I am too preoccupied to make it fun. What if they are having a bad day and it turns out to be disasterous?

OR "Thanks, I can't wait to come to your house for dinner! You always cook such great food. I am always telling others how amazing you are in the kitchen!

OH boy....Now what do I cook? How do I 'wow' them this time? Funds are low...I was thinking a pot of soup....no amazing talents there. What will they tell their other friends after that meal?

OR "You are so good at that! I told everyone you could do it and how great you would be!"  YIKES!

Do you get the idea? 

For me, when others place expectations on me, I freeze. My stomach goes in knots. My heart races. My breathing becomes rapid. The anxiety sometimes becomes so overwhelming I truly can't function. How often I fail in my 'performance' because I felt others expectations placed upon me?

There is a fine line between encouragement and expectations.

What about the expectations I place on others?

The food at the restaurant wasn't anything close to what we were expecting. We left 20 minutes into the movie. The service was terrible. The gift received is a duplicate I already have. The resort was not clean. The weather was horrible. The massage, mediocre at best. The band was too loud. He didn't understand what I was saying. They stayed too long. They didn't stay long enough. She didn't listen. The store was to junky. The traffic worse than before. They were having a bad day.

I actually don't think any of us are expempt from this practice of expecting. Usually it is subconconscience. We put pressure on others without intending to. There are disappointments from above ground expectations all the time.

My husband has been telling me for years "Keep your expectations on the ground"

In other words lower them so that disappointment is non-existent. If you don't expect your happiness to be fulfilled through the actions of someone else then no one fails and anxiety diminishes.

That may not be a major WOW for you....but it is huge for me!

It has taken me more than half of my lifetime to put those words of wisdom into practice.

I can not hold others accountable for my happiness. That has to come from somewhere or some One else.

AND.....

I have finally learned that I can not carry the world on my shoulders. I can't make everyones experiences a WOW! I don't have to impress everyone I come in contact with. I don't have to have words of wisdom all the time. I don't have to be good at everything I do or attempt to do. I don't have to be the 'be all, end all' for all people in my world. I don't have to make sure ALL are happy, loved, listened to, included or understood.

How simple it all became when I realized that it was not my job, not my responsibility for others success and happiness in their own lives!

I was even more amazed that people loved me, accepted me and still desired a relationship whether I met their expectations or let them down on occassion. It was okay to fail. It is a huge part of being human.

There are those who my performance mattered to way to much, those that I could never please to the degree they expected. I no longer jump through the hoops they set before me, I no longer adjust to fit the mold they tried to pour me into.

What deep inner joy there is when I only strive to please the One who truly matters! And what great freedom is felt when the only One I expect anything from is the only One that can truly deliver! 

Where do your expectations lay? Who is your 'delivery' man? Who is responsible for YOUR happiness?

♥ LR ♥ 

Girlfriends and BFF's

If there is one thing I have come to realize in my lifetime it is the fact that life is short and those you love, from the very depths of your heart, may not be around through the duration of your short life.

Loss and grief is as much a part of life as joy and happiness.

Not all loss is eternal. Sometimes it is in 'the moving away from' kinda loss.

Sometimes it is because someone changed.

Sometimes it is because of misunderstanding.

Sometimes it is because of changed circumstances.

Sometimes it is because of new chapters.

Sometimes it is because, although so small at times; our world can be so very large.

And sometimes it is because God calls and someone listens.

My heart is heavy this morning and tears stream down my face as I grief over the distance soon to be between some amazing friends and myself. 

It is not easy to say good-bye. Matter of fact, I have always disliked...strongly disliked...okay down right hated; Good-byes! Whether they be very short term or across 4 provinces or 2 or whether there are countries now seperating lives or whether it is good-bye into eternity. I don't like them!

While I am at it, I would like to confess something else. Right now. I want to lay out a secret of my heart.

I am in love with some very dear girlfriends! 

Yes, it's true!  Head over heels, silly in my head, In love!

It is a love that floods the heart when I see them. A love that smiles when I see them smile. A love that rejoices when they laugh. A love that cries when they hurt. A love that holds through the gunk and the junk of human-ness. A love that forgives the hurt. A love that understands. A love that listens to their words but more importantly hears their hearts. A love that wants to hold them close. A love that wants to make their world a better place. A committed kind of love. A patient love. A kind love. Love where jealousy does not exist. A love that speaks loudly in itself without the need to verbally shout it from the rooftops. A love that gives of self for the betterment of others. A love that walks side by side. It is a healthy kind of love that nurtures, fills and feeds the hearts of others.

It is a God-given kind of love that blesses my own life beyond measure, beyond understanding, beyond comprehension. The richest heart is a heart that loves and is loved in return.  If love is given without thought of self; love returns 100 times over.

This kind of love doesn't just happen and it is not gifted to everyone. I don't believe you can truly know what it is to love this deeply until you have lost someone you love so dearly.

The love that I have for these friends was built over family times, church times, community times, work times, kid times, good times, bad times, happy times & sad times.  Love was nurtured through difficult events, joyous occasions and great times of grief.

I will be forever be changed because of my forever friends, some of whom I have known for ever and some that have recently found a place in my heart.

I will cherish the tears shed, the laughter shared, the secrets told, the truth revealed and hearts opened.

I will cherish relationships now lost and friendships that will never end.

And as distance seperates us, I will cherish the love that fills my heart and allows me to keep you close to me at all times.

I will cherish the memories of our times together and I will forever be grateful we made time for one another.

And I will never stop wishing for another moment in time to spend with you over a glass of wine!

I found this song this morning as I was looking for solice for an aching heart.  Please click on the hyperlink to this song by LeAnn Rimes "Good friends & a glass of wine" And as you listen to it...think of all the wonderful girl times we have shared over the years and that the love I have for you will forever be true!

http://youtu.be/8qrCkoSPMrc

I love you ♥ I am already anticipating the next time we will sit together and share in a glass of wine! LR

Joy in the Journey

Oh Lord, once again I am forgetting to find joy in the journey!

The stress and emotions of packing, sorting, tossing, selling and storing!

I am complaining again!

I am wanting the end result and don't want to work to get there!

There are so many journey's in life....

School ~ How many of us just want the diploma at the end? The getting there (the actual school work!) isn't fun for most of us. Who wakes up in the morning and says "Yes! I get to take a calculus test today!"? We just want the passing grade at the end. We just want to graduate.

Wedding day ~ Oh the work involved to get to that day!! oye vay! The stress, the worry, the planning, the tears, the frustration, the anger, the indecisiveness, the choices and the choosing, the lists, the family dynamics.... How often do we forget to find JOY in this journey?  We just want the perfect day to be here; we want the perfect end result!

Birth of a baby ~ How many months, days, hours do we agonize over our pregnancy. The discomfort, the concern, the health of both mom & baby, the weight, the perfect baby's room, the naming, the hormones, the moods, the misunderstandings between mom & dad, the finances, the lifestyle changes, the tears. And if it is the first baby; the fear.  The last month or so are the worst; we don't want to be pregnant any longer! We want the Joy of holding our new born.

Raising kids ~ Every stage has it's challenges. Can't wait until they can crawl, walk, talk. Can't wait until the 'terrible two's' are over. Can't wait for them to be in school. Can't wait for summer to start. Can't wait for summer to end. Can't wait to go on holidays. Can't wait to get home from holidays. Can't wait for them to be independant. Can't wait till they can drive themselves. Can't wait till they get their own car. Can't wait for graduation. Can't wait for graduation stress to be over. Can't wait for college. Can't wait to be done college. Can't wait until the college education is paid for. Can't wait till they have a decent job. Can't wait until they move out. Can't wait for them to come visit. Can't wait for them to call.....So wish my kids were young again!  Is there joy in your parenting journey?

Time ~ in just a minute. In a bit. In an hour. Tonight. Tomorrow. In a couple of days. In a week. On Friday. After the weekend. On the weekend. Next week. Next month. In 6 months. Next year. When your older. When I was younger. When you grow up.

Money ~ When I win the lottery. When I get paid. With the inheritance after she is gone. When the bonus is given. When I get a raise. When I get a better job. When the credit card comes in the mail. When he pays me back. When I strike it rich. When I find the gold.

Food ~ When the ground is tilled. After the seeds are planted. As soon as I pick it from the garden. After I get groceries. After it's washed. When I get it peeled. After it's cut up. When it's cooked. When its dished out. Once I put it on the table. When you are done. After you clear your plate. When the dishes are washed. After the dishes are done. In the morning at breakfast. Wait until tomorrows lunch. When we go for dinner on friday. When someone else cooks it.

Travel ~ Are we there yet? How long? how much further? After we stop. When we get going. Once we arrive. After we get gas. When you get a car. Once you are on the plane. When you get off. After we eat.  When we are done. When you get here.

Life ~ Once I'm done school. When I get a good job. When I get married. Once I have children. When the kids are older. When the kids move out. When I am a gramma. When I get healthy. When I loose weight. When I retire. After retirement.  When I am too old to live on my own. After they move me to the 'other' wing. Once I am gone....

At the other end of whatever you are living right now, will you say you found joy in the journey? Or did you just wish your life away? Did you live in the moment through every stage? Are you living in the moment today? Enjoy this second and everything that it brings. There is something, there is always something to be positive about, to find joy in!

I need to remind myself today; this moment, that there is joy to be found in this journey. Yes, the end result will be amazing, but then it too will become a journey. Will I find Joy then?

What Joy can you savour right now, this moment, this day?

Blessings be poured upon you as you find the joy in your journey....Today! ♥ LR

My Girlfriend Tells Me; It's Not All About Me

That's what this blog was supposed to be called.  And truth be told....this blog was supposed to be a book with that title. Honest. 

The idea of a month long sabbatical came to be because of a dream I had about 3 months before about writing a book. Getting out of bed the next morning, Randy and I discussed it and it just started to fall into place.

I had full intentions of writing a book on the island. God desired something else. 

Each morning that I have written here; I sit down without an idea in my head and I give it all to God. He takes over and the words come. Every day...they just come, fast, and fluid and God-breathed.

It is humbling. It is honouring. It is a gift. It is raw. It is real. It is the me that God has always desired I be.

I've come a long way baby!!!

I come from a place where I couldn't handle others talking about me. AT ALL!  I would get mad & angry. I have walked away from relationships because others talked about me without me present.

I have spent many moments in my husbands arms with tears cascading down my face, at the thought of being judged, discussed & gossiped about.

I worked hard at putting forth the persona I wanted others to see. I controlled my actions, words, emotions. I shushed my husband when he shared something I didn't want others to know about us...about me. I pleaded again and again with him to NOT discuss me with anyone unless I was there! I hated that he was so vocal, so honest, so out there, so not carrying what anyone thought of him. He was who he was, nothing fake or controlled or scripted for him. I couldn't understand how he could show such vulnerability out in the world...for all to see!

For years he didn't understand that side of me. We were too different. Until finally;  my tears, hurt, embarrassment and wounded pride reduced me to complete social phobia. My husband started to understand. He became the only truly safe person in my life. He protected me. He comforted me. He helped me create the perfect place of peace and rest. He was the only one I allowed, without reservation, in my comfort zone.

Frozen fear of being around others. I couldn't function outside of my controlled environment.

Social Phobia as the dictionary defines;

 

A psychiatric disorder characterized by anxiety about being in public or social gatherings. Also called social anxiety disorder.

 

I tried the counselling, the medications, cognitive behaviour therapy, self help books, group counselling, medical counselling and prayer. I read everything I could get my hands on. I researched for hours.

 

And I surrounded myself with safe friends. I carefully controlled my outings, my social times & my relationships. And every day...I fell into the arms of my husband with tears and anxiety and fear and pain and hurt and complete and utter exhaustion.

 

The drugs I went on were brutal, to put it mildly. The coming off of them was something I will NEVER go through again. I will never subject my body or my mind to something that powerful outside of God again.

 

I believe God took pity on me about 10 years ago. He knew I was destined for something else. Something better. Something that brought glory to Him and Joy to me.

 

It amazes me to this day how he directed me into the insurance industry as a receptionist! Talk about a social career choice! People all day long. People could hear my telephone conversations. People watched me write. Watched me walk. Watched me talk on the phone. The second day at my new job we had a lunch meeting...the horror at eating pizza in front of 7 people I barely new!

 

The thing with psychiatric disorders is they are not rational. They don't make sense to anyone but the person who is suffering. And I certainly wasn't about to try to explain it! 

 

Every single step I took for 6 years was carefully planned out, mapped out and controlled by me. And when others were determined to take me out of the comfort zone I had so carefully designed...I fell apart. I retreated. I went into hiding. I regressed.

 

The thing is...I thought it mattered what others thought of me.

 

But each day I pushed myself one step further. One step more outside of the zone I had lived in for way too long. I did ALOT of self talk. I lectured myself. I argued with myself. I battled within on a daily, most time hourly, basis. I forced myself to move. To talk. To interact. To squelch the rolling pain of anxiety deep in my gut; to ignore it. To smile. To laugh. To be real. The work was hard and not always successful. I became good at faking it until I made it.

 

It took a tragedy to break me free from the bonds of social phobia. Gut wrenching, life changing, who-cares-what-anyone-thinks-grief has a way of stripping away all pride. Breaking down all carefully built walls. And wearing the truth of who you are for all the world to see.

 

It just didn't matter anymore. I didn't care what others thought anymore. I grieved from the depths of my unguarded heart and I didn't care who saw. Didn't care or even think about being judged, talked about or discussed with out me present.

 

I have re-created my comfort zone of late. It is a place where I can truly be the me that I desire to be. It is a place where I am loved & accepted. There is no judgement here. There is no jealousy. There is no condemnation. No ridiculing. There is laughter of the love-filled heart. No hidden agenda. No manipulation. There is confidence. There is belief in self. There is belief in others. There is a giving and there is a taking. There is peace. There is joy. There is hope. There is faith. There is amazing unconditional love. I love my new comfort zone. I don't need to be careful, cautious or guarded.
Freedom reigns and the bondage of me-centered thinking has been broken.

 

This perfect place is in the arms of my heavenly Father and and I invite you to enter with me. I welcome you with open arms to a place where we can share one anothers lives in the deepest, purest, real-ist way possible.

 

Set your mask at the entrance and let your face shine God's truth, God's radiance and God's unconditional love to all you meet here today. Here He will protect your heart. Your soul. Your spirit. Here He will allow you to be the person He has always desired you to be. I encourage you to shake off and destroy your own carefully constructed comfort zone. I found His to be much better. Much safer. And much more designed for YOU!

 

 

Oh, and by the way?    This new comfort zone of mine?    It is no longer all about me!

 

Blessings to you today as you step INTO the comfort zone God has designed for you. ♥ LR

Walk with me?

Forsaking
All
I
Trust
Him

I have spent an entire life time not understanding the truest form of what FAITH is.

Interestingly, I just recently learned the true meaning of Grace too; but that may be another entry down the road.

The dictionary defines faith as;

1. unquestioning belief that does not require proof or evidence
2. Confident belief in the truth, value, or trustworthiness of a person, idea, or thing.

And the Bible defines Faith as; 

1. the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen
2. the understanding that the worlds were prepared by the word of God, so that what is seen was not made out of things which are visible.

 Almost 40 years ago I gave my childhood heart to a radical Jesus. The church we attended was called the 'Jesus people church'. I am not sure if we, as a family called it that or if the church body called it that..but that is what I knew it as. 

There was lots of singing and dancing and praising and some preaching. The style of church fed the strong emotional being of a young child.  I don't remember Faith being taught and as a young child I only needed the belief that mom and dad took care of ALL that I couldn't see. My Faith rested in their parenting skills.

Fast forward about 10 years; a new resolve to follow the teachings of a new church and seemingly a new Jesus. This one much more reserved. There was lots of preaching, some singing; absolutely NO dancing and very little praising.

But it was a new chapter in my life. newly married. new baby. new and very different life. 

I think I missed the Sunday that Faith was handed out in this new church. But I was able to attend each and every week that the godly principles and rules were taught. I got that down pat!

Oh sure I prayed and I was even aware of some of them being answered. But Faith? Well that came from trusting. And somewhere along the way...I stopped trusting. Completely. Totally. In everything. In everyone. Including my husband and my God.

Somewhere along the way I adopted the fact that I was the only one I could trust. The only one who completely understood me and my needs. The only one that could make things happen. The only one I could rely on.

Again, fast forward 26 years. I failed me. I had it all under control. I had everyone I cared about in order. I rescued. I helped. I gave. I worked to meet the needs, the desires, the dreams of those closest to me. I failed. And I lost trust in myself. 

The God that I had strived to follow for those 26 years; the one whom I  truly didn't trust but yet was taught that he cared about everything that I cared for. He too failed me.

In my pain. my disbelief, my sorrow and agony. I walked away from us both. I hated both. I abused both. I no longer trusted or had faith in anyone or anything.

Now, present day. I forgave self. I forgave God. I trust. I believe. I have Faith.

Faith came in the form of love.

At the darkest time of my 4 year journey; God was able to break through and Love me.

Oh, He probably loved me all those years; but I wouldn't accept it. I certainly didn't believe it. I was the one that said God is a God who answers everyones prayers but mine. I was never good enough, spiritual enough or smart enough to be loved by such a big and mighty God.

June 8, 2009, God broke through and poured His love down on me. Washed me with it. Cleansed me. Held me. Filled me with love so unconditional, so huge, so consuming, so true and so pure.

He loved me just as I was. At that very exact moment. He loved me despite the darkness I lived. Despite the anger. The hatred. The ugliness and the turning away from. 

The tears came then. Flooding. Pouring. Falling. Soaking. Washing.

From that day to December 2010 I allowed Him to heal me in my brokenness. 

He allowed me to learn how to trust Him. learn how to love Him. Learn how to listen to His voice. Learn how to have faith, to walk in faith, to talk of faith, to believe. Not again...because I never truly did before. No, this is new....brand new. 

I believe in an unquestioning belief that does not require proof or evidence. And with confidence I belief in the truth, value, and trustworthiness of God.

I now have the assurance of things hoped for & the conviction of things not seen.

 God loved me in my darkest hour...yesterday.  God loves ME just as I am...today.

Now when I wake; I give the day to God and wait expectantly for His guidance. And then I walk in it.

Now when I pray; I sit quietly. Do nothing. And wait expectantly for His answer.

Now when I have a decision to make; I send it on to God. And wait for His choosing.

Now when I am concerned for a loved one; I lay them in His hands. And I wait, I watch Him care for them.

Now when I desire, dream, hope, believe; I hand it all over to God and watch Him make it all come true!

I didn't understand how that worked before. Now I just refuse to move until I see a supernatural surprise from God. 

And recently the surprises have been many, the gifts to numerous to count.

My faith rests on the fact that God brought me through the deepest, darkest hour I could have ever imagined. If He can handle that which I thought was complete and total hopelessness.; than He can handle every other little or big thing that comes my way.  (Or YOUR way!)

I am done trying to make everyones life and circumstances better. I am done manipulating the world to make 'IT' all work out for everyone! I wasn't very good at and it was never even my job, but I quit anyway!

God has proven He does a much better job at caring for 'IT' all! His outcome far surpasses mine. His gifts are supernatural. mine were superficial, at best. My shoulders are weak & puny. His are strong, wide and mighty enough to carry the whole world.

And that is good enough for me...finally!

May I ask you today.......?

Where does your faith lay?

Is He good enough for you to put your complete trust in His care?

Whose hands hold your future? 

Rich Blessings to you dear heart as you walk in Faith today. ♥ LR