Ready for a sidewalk picture? Oh good. My life seems so boring right now. I have a story coming really soon in this post.
Now my story.
|Just to break up the monotony.|
That was fine. School started on Monday and I knew I could do my errands on Monday and not have to worry about anything. The first day of school started like they always have. Hectic. When we got up Monday morning though, the milk I had in the fridge was sour. I had just bought it on Friday. I really did try to drink my coffee with sour milk too. It didn't work.
To make a long story short. Wires had got crossed and Monday was the day. We moved cars and it was no big deal. I got my groceries in the house. When I finally stopped, and thought about it I had to tell you my little insignificant miracle. At least for me. The spoiled milk that was a gift in disguise. If not for that milk, I might have not made it to the grocery store and back in time. As it was every thing worked out like clock work. So I ended up feeling so thankful for that turn of events.
All means All. Not sort of or maybe or when I get my act together. All! So this summer, every time something would come up that would cause my insides to quiver and panic set in, I would consciously bring my mind back to this verse. I would in my mind remember all my needs. I have lived for so long in a state of quiet desperation, waiting to live through the next crises or the next ax to fall, I am never calm and quiet. I feel stressed and anxious. I was so tired of it that when that verse came, I decided every single time when I feel that panic feeling beginning to creep in again. I would transform my mind by renewing it. I have known this for years and years, but somewhere along the road I forgot.
Now back to my story. Now you see why that the sour milk was a sweet little blessing in disguise? All summer there's been these little things that in the past would have discombobulated me and caused me to be filled with fear and doubt. But just that little verse has helped me to remind me of things out of my control. (Which we know we are never in control.) as gifts rather than hindrances.
This week is a new week, a new kind of normal. Schedules changing and lots of juggling. I hope you have had a nice week so far. Its been a bit cooler and that is always welcome.
I hope you have just a wonderful rest of the week.