So I've had some complaints about what a terrible blogger i have been, truth be known. i am! wow. blogging should be a release..an escape? for some reason it has stressed me out. I didn't have the strength, the courage, to fill this empty white space with anything meaningful. but. it doesn't matter right? "it is what it is, and whatever is, is right" I've been saying that a bunch lately (thanks peg :)..) and its true. what a gift perspective is. its a handy dandy tool when dealing with impatience as I've learned in the past 6 weeks. for, "faith in God, includes faith in his timing". i find that i complain about this or that or mere seconds in eternal time when my dear sweet Father in Heaven has my life laid out meticulously on his omniscient stop watch shaking his head, smiling, as i stomp my feet below. Therefore, I strive to take the time to step back, clinging to that all too precious perspective that I am oh so blessed with, and breathe...
Now. tender mercies. (TM's as my dearest hermana Christensen would call them). In grace and love my Father has led my life path straight through a patch of tender mercies! blooming all around to show their smiling face, encouraging me to join. I am grateful, what a boost they are, if life was like jamba juice (bear with me on this metaphor..ha) then i would get a boost of tender mercies. they certainly are a powerful source of hope, light, humbling encouragement and love.
"I'll take the explosion over this slow ticking compulsion to shed some light on this emotion" - interpret as you will. but for me. this debate has been waging in my mind.
