Build a bridge… and get over it.
Grappling with grace is a full-time job. Truly. There are days when it’s easy peasy and then there are those other days. You know the ones. I woke up late. The dog just puked on the floor, oh great ten emails and it’s only 6:30 am you say? Yes, that’s how life goes. At least my life. Often, and usually in the midst of a huge pity party, I’ve declared a day a total waste, washed up, gone, toast, you know — busted.
I am convicted. In these moments, relishing in my dysfunction, believing I alone live in circumstance mired in pain and trouble. Seriously Liz, just start building that bridge. NOW. Don’t wait!
Blessings are as much a part of my life, even more so, than any curse I am capable of fathoming. I want for little, have an amazing support system in my life and often, even with all of the support that I have can wallow with the best of them.
Someone pass the hammer.
Truths. We are gifted with one life. That’s it…. just one. What I choose to do with it is my own and as painful as it is to admit, hours maybe even days are spent far from grace supporting ideas, things, feelings which really don’t do much good at the end of it all.
Build the bridge carefully, make your supports grace. Use care and good thoughts to support the structure. If prayer is a part of your support system, lean on it. Heavily. Maybe the universe is your source of temperance, or meditation, whatever it is, go to that place, often, even when you don’t believe you need it. Especially then. We do. I do.
Let us therefore come boldly unto the throne of grace, that we may obtain mercy, and find grace to help in time of need.