Around here we write for five minutes on Friday. Here's the latest!
God be with ye.
That's what good-bye really means. It's a blessing usually bestowed upon parting: since I cannot, God be with you. It's almost like a parting hug.
And it should feel like a hug because He is with me. All the time. To the ends of the earth. Even when I forget it. Even when I stumble around trying to work things out on my own because I forget that God is with me.
I can be a real dolt sometimes.
Why do I try to work things out on my own? Um, well, I'm stubborn and independent.
But why don't I just do what He wants? Double ummmm, could it be because I keep forgetting to actually listen??????
Could be.
Probably is.
Certainly is.
I can be a real dolt sometimes.
Thank you for loving me anyway, Lord.
I'm listening now, I promise.
Check out other Five Minute Friday writings over at GypsyMama's!
God be with ye.
That's what good-bye really means. It's a blessing usually bestowed upon parting: since I cannot, God be with you. It's almost like a parting hug.
And it should feel like a hug because He is with me. All the time. To the ends of the earth. Even when I forget it. Even when I stumble around trying to work things out on my own because I forget that God is with me.
I can be a real dolt sometimes.
Why do I try to work things out on my own? Um, well, I'm stubborn and independent.
But why don't I just do what He wants? Double ummmm, could it be because I keep forgetting to actually listen??????
Could be.
Probably is.
Certainly is.
I can be a real dolt sometimes.
Thank you for loving me anyway, Lord.
I'm listening now, I promise.
Check out other Five Minute Friday writings over at GypsyMama's!
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