JULY 13, 2010
Do not fret— it only causes harm —Psalm 37:8 “… Have you been propping up that foolish soul of yours with the idea that your circumstances are too much for God to handle? Set all your opinions and speculations aside and “abide under the shadow of the Almighty” (Psalm 91:1). Deliberately tell God that you will not fret about whatever concerns you. All our fretting and worrying is caused by planning without God.” My Utmost for His Highest, July 4.
The Girls are out of school and summer is in full swing. Madison, Hannah and I hosted a family BBQ on the 4th of July, Hannah took the lead and sounded like Kathie as she gave directions and adjusted chairs. That morning Hannah and I ran in the community fun run and 10k, I thought back to four years ago on the 4th when I ran with Madison. 10 months before she was in a wheelchair recovering from the accident. Recently in gymnastics she completed a round off back tuck flying head height to her instructor. Madison is happy to tumble and does not share Hannah’s and my enjoyment of running. Hannah covered the 2-mile course in 16 minutes.
During the same weekend, a visiting podiatrist cut Kathie’s toenail (and skin) too short causing a small wound which may not seem like such a big deal but it lead to three days of her discomfort causing me to be preoccupied with relieving her pain. I would sit next to her and run my fingers through her hair or massage the tightness in her neck until her muscles relaxed or make sure a dose of Tylenol was administered. I continue visiting her five to six time a week, last Saturday afternoon I was with her for four hours; she looked at me the whole time. We have learned to communicate with each other in different ways.
I do fret, I worry about my family, Kathie, raising the Girls, supporting their schooling and the decisions I make, Andy and Katie are in my prayers for adult decisions. There are plenty of days when I believe that our circumstances are too much for me (or God) to handle. Each evening I read My Utmost and Streams in the Desert trying to “give up” to God whatever worries me at that time. Each morning I thank God that his Son allows me to bring my concerns before His throne in prayer.
“All efforts of worth & excellence are difficult.” My Utmost July 7. Matt 7:13-14
Dave
The Girls are out of school and summer is in full swing. Madison, Hannah and I hosted a family BBQ on the 4th of July, Hannah took the lead and sounded like Kathie as she gave directions and adjusted chairs. That morning Hannah and I ran in the community fun run and 10k, I thought back to four years ago on the 4th when I ran with Madison. 10 months before she was in a wheelchair recovering from the accident. Recently in gymnastics she completed a round off back tuck flying head height to her instructor. Madison is happy to tumble and does not share Hannah’s and my enjoyment of running. Hannah covered the 2-mile course in 16 minutes.
During the same weekend, a visiting podiatrist cut Kathie’s toenail (and skin) too short causing a small wound which may not seem like such a big deal but it lead to three days of her discomfort causing me to be preoccupied with relieving her pain. I would sit next to her and run my fingers through her hair or massage the tightness in her neck until her muscles relaxed or make sure a dose of Tylenol was administered. I continue visiting her five to six time a week, last Saturday afternoon I was with her for four hours; she looked at me the whole time. We have learned to communicate with each other in different ways.
I do fret, I worry about my family, Kathie, raising the Girls, supporting their schooling and the decisions I make, Andy and Katie are in my prayers for adult decisions. There are plenty of days when I believe that our circumstances are too much for me (or God) to handle. Each evening I read My Utmost and Streams in the Desert trying to “give up” to God whatever worries me at that time. Each morning I thank God that his Son allows me to bring my concerns before His throne in prayer.
“All efforts of worth & excellence are difficult.” My Utmost July 7. Matt 7:13-14
Dave
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