I received some worrisome news yesterday. My family doctor is referring me on to a cardiologist for an ECHO and consultation. This is because there was some concern regarding my EKG. I’ve worried myself sick since receiving this news but have am now ready to turn it over to God. Why?
Well, first, I sincerely believe and know it can only be left up to God. But second, I have been reading a daily devotional book titled, “Jesus Calling” by Sarah Young. Today, I opened up the book to November 19th devotion and, lo and behold, what do I read? “LEAVE OUTCOMES UP TO ME.” There’s your sign! Could it be any clearer than that? What a great reminder for all of us. We are not the ones in charge. God is in charge of every little detail of our lives. He already knows the outcome. He already has it planned for me. He knows what is best for me. And I am ever so grateful to have Him in charge of my life. A Heavenly Father who guides me and protects me and leads me is the greatest gift I could have ever received. Of course, this doesn’t mean that I can go out and eat my weight in Big Macs. What is mean is that he will give me the strength and knowledge to overcome and fight my battles. He will show me the way. Whatever comes, be it a heart condition, surgery, or nothing at all, He will equip me with what I need.
I am blessed beyond measure this morning just to be able to rest all of worries upon His name. God, please be with me through this day and every day ahead. I love the Lord! In Jesus name, I pray. Amen.
If you are reading this and do not know the Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, I pray that you will find Him and accept him as your Savior. There is no greater peace. There is no greater blessing.
In the Bible, 2 Samuel 13, one of David’s sons is very sinful. David, himself can trace the sins of his children to his own misconduct. This scares the you know what out of me. I have a son, 21 months old. I have sinned a great deal in my past. I repented. I have been forgiven. But will my past affect my son’s future? Oh, Lord in Heaven above, please say it isn’t so. Surely, my son will not follow in my footsteps. Surely, and with the help of the Lord, I can show him the consequences of my mistakes so that he might make better choices. I don’t want him to suffer the way that I did. I want him to have a peaceful and blessed life, all of his days.
I was studying the Bible this morning when I came across this issue and it is very worrisome to me. I pray God will open my eyes on this subject so that I might be assured there is hope for my son. Does anyone else have anything to add here? Please comment if so.
*****UPDATE: I truly believe that God has forgiven me of my past sins and has blessed me with a new beginning. Knowing this and having faith that God knows exactly what I need, I look forward to a blessed future with my son. God bless all those who happen to read these words.
We recently had a pool installed in our back yard and I must say that it is a pure delight. I feel like I am on vacation every time I step out my back door. Having breakfast by the pool on Saturday and Sunday mornings is becoming a habit. Arriving home from work during the week has become a race to see just how quickly I can transform myself and my son into pool attire. I’ve even been know to take a quick dip after my son goes to bed. Yes, we are truly enjoying having our very own pool.
However, my 17 month old son has been struggling with some fear issues when in the pool. I have been patient with him and slowly helping him to feel secure in his life jacket while within my reach. He does really well as long as I am holding him. But the second I let go, he starts crying even though the life jacket is keeping him afloat. I try to keep him entertained so that he will have fun while swimming but it gets so frustrating when all he does is whine and cry the entire time. This was the situation last night in the pool. Finally, I sat him on the step and told him to watch mommy swim. As I was making my way to the other end of the pool (backwards), he boldly stood up; gave me one of those “watch this” smiles; then proceeded to “jump” off the steps into the pool by himself. He didn’t reach for my hands. He didn’t cry. He didn’t whine. He laughed and laughed and laughed.
My son took a leap of faith, literally. I am still in awe of his bravery. Here is a lesson for us all concerning our fears. Make the decision to jump in, feet first, and face them. Believe that you can. Stop thinking about it. Stop whining about it. Stop crying about it and simply jump.