The Real Life

So much of the current society is about pursuing the easy life. Was Jesus always fruitful (think of him visiting home or reaching jewish leaders). This is an echausting prayer when you want everything to go swimmingly with now interference from this thing we call life.

Make my days honoring to you. Give me the rest needed for what you call me to do today. May your peace reside in my heart as I seek you. May I leave the fruitfulness in your hands. Amen

Rebuilding the broken

I am reading through Nehemiah. It starts with Nehemiah learning that Jerusalem is broken. It shattered any memories he had of the wholeness he may have seen the last time he was there. He trusted God to make a way for him to help in some way. He happened to be a cupbearer to the king, a trusted official who drinks before the king so the king can know if someone poisoned his drink. Nehemiah knew Jerusalem layed broken because of the sin of his people. He wanted to repair it so that God is glorified.

My body is broken as a result of my sin. My greed of wanting what I want and taking more than I need. My idolatry of wanting to live a life where I can do x and x and be my own. I could go one and will in other posts, but for now, do I dare ask for permission to rebuild? Do I ask for provisions to do the work? Letters of protection as I travel through lands where I am despied?

Yes, I am despied by the sin in me that want to be fed, that wants control, that wants to be.

Lord, I ask. I ask for permission and provisions to do the work. For protection from my journey. 

Here we go again...

Here I go again atound this thing that always before me. My health,  my weight, my life. On the precipice of entering my 6th decade, I will give writing a serious try. Renew the mind by confessing my ways. Look up Barb Raveling for more info. Plan, no sugar, no caffeine. Not because I'm not allowed, but these two wreck havoc on how my body functions. I set out this year to eat more God made whole foods. Yet I make excuses as to why today isn't the day to change. What will it take to motivate me? A diabetes diagnosis?  Worse feet problems? I have learned to love me right here, but I have neglectedGod's temple. Will writing help? Maybe not, but it's worth a try.