One thing I've noticed about myself over the past couple of years is that instead of experiencing a place of calm in my life I've struggled more than ever with a measurable element of fear. It's not been over anything in particular really...just getting older (I suppose) and the reality that I miss parts of my life I'll never ever have again.
Example:
When my Mr. AGPMan sit down at the table for dinner these days there isn't a time when I don't immediately think of my two grown children and all the fun we had around meal time during their growing up years (one of them sneaking to the bathroom to spit out a mouthful of peas comes to mind...which years later I found out they BOTH DID!)...
How I long for those days and how I really miss my babes! Now that they are both adults I guess I sometimes feel like they don't need their momma so much anymore
(at least not in the same way...)
And then there is this:
As my husband begins his last six weeks of schooling, the completion of a long-time dream for both of us, I'm left feeling anxious and even a bit overwhelmed. I keep thinking...it's finally almost over! The constant studying, the long hours apart from one another, the loneliness. THE END is finally in sight... THE END~funny word for something that should mark a beginning of a fresh new chapter in our lives.
I've been feeling afraid that after all the work, the prayers and the planning for this dream to come to pass, the sacrifices and all the added stress, that the changes both he and I are hoping will come, well, won't.
And then there is, markedly less critical mind you, my work. You know...what I do in my life~
paint, sew, booth space, blog, etc.
I'm wondering how much longer I'm going to do it all! Maybe I've shared all I can...maybe the well has run dry.
I've been thinking maybe it has.
(I know this is all over the place...sorry!)
I have a tendency to discount my fears. It's hard for me to face them, big and small! I try and cover them up and pretend they don't exist. I try and act secure...like nothing is bothering me and all is well. The truth is, sometimes I just feel utterly crummy with a head full of a bajillion thoughts running away untamed! None the least of is that I'm not sure WHERE my place is anymore. I miss my old, often mundane, neatly packaged life. I miss the day-to-day happenings that were once familiar and understood.
I knew where I was going.
I knew where I had been.
Today the pathway feels so unclear.
My prayer to God last night started out like this:
Hello, Lord! It's me, Rebecca! I'm whining again...
And then, about halfway through my chattering (during the time I TRY and not talk, but just LISTEN!), just like He always does, God reminded me of a few things I needed reminding of...
It took only a tiny pebble and the willingness of one young boy to topple a towering giant named Goliath.
Compared to the riches of the wealthy, the widows coin seemed insignificant...
David had a sling and Moses had a staff.
Samson had a jawbone.
Rahab had a string, while Mary had the oil.
Dorcas had a needle and Job had the faith.
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"Come to me, all of you who are tired and have heavy loads, and I will give you rest."
(Matthew 11:28)
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I have so much to be grateful and thankful for. In spite of where I find my heart today I know God has instilled within me a desire to continue to seek His Will, His Plan for my life.
I have so much to be grateful and thankful for. In spite of where I find my heart today I know God has instilled within me a desire to continue to seek His Will, His Plan for my life.
Seeking His face today...and His grace~
Love to you...