Tuesday, 21 Feb 06
…and I wished.
I think I’ve begun to adopt a rather passive outlook towards life, at least for these six months. It rather feels like my life is stagnating now because the same things happen everyday - wake up, go to work, lunch, go home, sleep. When my life gets into a rut I tend to wallow in routine; all I live for are home-comings and weekends.
Which isn’t such a bad thing now I suppose, because this does help me to be more pliable in God’s hands and more accepting of His touch in my life. Maybe because I’m not so busy, or involved with constantly changing environments, it’s easier to notice when He’s nudging me in any one direction. I’m glad for that. I need to learn to be more sensitive to His voice.
I don’t want to think about my problems anymore. The more I think about them, the more I worry about them; and the more I worry the more I want to do something about it, and to go and meddle in it some more wouldn’t be trusting God to work it out for me. What it really needs is to be left well enough alone and simmer in its own juices while I whistle merrily and continue living life the way He wants me to. Not that I’m ignoring it, just that I can’t give it more attention that it is worth. I don’t have that liberty. I’ve given it over to God and that’s all I need to do.
Just wanted to share the best parts of my favorite Psalm :) I love the thought that God knows me inside and out - who else knew my name before the day that I was born? I love it that He understands me and He loves me just for who I am.
O LORD, you have searched me and known me!
You know when I sit down and when I rise up;
you discern my thoughts from afar.
You search out my path and my lying down
and are acquainted with all my ways.
Even before a word is on my tongue,
behold, O LORD, you know it altogether.
You hem me in, behind and before,
and lay your hand upon me.For you formed my inward parts;
you knitted me together in my mother’s womb.
I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.
Wonderful are your works;
my soul knows it very well.
My frame was not hidden from you,
when I was being made in secret,
intricately woven in the depths of the earth.
Your eyes saw my unformed substance;
in your book were written, every one of them,
the days that were formed for me,
when as yet there were none of them.How precious to me are your thoughts, O God!
How vast is the sum of them!
If I would count them, they are more than the sand.
I awake, and I am still with you.-Psalm 139:1-6, 13-18.
JADEITE