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Random Thoughts

Lots of thoughts are running through my mind, quicker than I can capture them
· Are we moving? House hunting…dreaming of possibilities…sucker punched by the grief of leaving while in the middle of a completely unrelated conversation…fledgling friendships we may never get the chance to explore…packing boxes becoming a part of my backdrop once again…
· The long awaited sounds of building coming from the back yard, a deck going up after months of waiting…
· Getting out of debt…why? Obedience? Why is that call so loudly on our hearts? Is it really possible? What sort of ministry opportunities will that bring? Will it mean mission trips? Or the worst possible scenario...Full time service in some sort of tribal country? Big poisonous spiders? No coffee? Church planting? UUGGHH! What comforts will I have to give up? What suffering will come? What augmentation of my faith will be experienced? How will I be drawn nearer to Him?
· Sitting in the middle of the MOPS meeting today, listening to the buzz of conversations…relationships being built…barriers being broken…surfaces being scratched.
· Busyness that results in giving to others…a meal to a family with a new baby… service in the midst of a chaotic day
· waiting…on hold…
· A pregnant eighteen year old family member…how to feel? What to do? How do I show her love? Especially, when my heart breaks as the family cycle continues and another generation knows pain?
· Failure to lead well…women and relationships affected because of my shortcomings…

to sleep to awaken to another day...another chance...

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b said…
Glad to see you writing! Many things to ponder...B.

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