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Weak Days & New Beginnings…

Lately, I have been having an onslaught of weak days—feeling tired, floundering, losing interest in ordinary things, overwhelmed, even a little sick…wondering greatly what has attacked me, as if knowing the “WHY” or the “WHAT” would give me the rational strength from within to effect my healing and release from the weight. News flash! I looked and there was no strength from within…

So, I started talking it out with the Lord; and in my conversation with the Lord, I have had to confess my rebellion, my “I don’t want to do ‘it;’ I don’t feel like ‘it’…” a pattern of thought which I have allowed myself to entertain for far too many days and nights…

Well, I figured I  needed some sanctified cognitive behavioral therapy…

By God’s grace, it occurred to me to just stop for one moment and challenge that repetitive thought pattern, wondering why indeed I would permit that to have its way in my sanctified mind, instead of calling out to Jesus to touch me and make me want to do “it” (whatever “it” I am refusing to do in the ordinary life and my dusty existence). The current catalog of “its” for which I have lost my rhythm and interest include simple things like making decisions, a reasonable appetite, making healthy meals, knitting, a daily walk, simple sewing projects and writing…

I am reflecting on why this sudden relapse into the old patterns of thought, old habits, which seemed to flee from me in the springtime of this year…I remember that then I began a new beginning of seeing the matchless grace of Christ, how sufficient His grace is for me, how perfect His strength is made in my weaknesses…and blessed release from old habits, enjoying a new beginning…

Just now, I am realizing in my heart—not just an intellectual kind of recognition—but down in my kishkes—that this discipline in my walk with Jesus is a seasonal kind of experience…Well, duh! (I don’t know why that is so mysterious a concept to get into my grey cells and remember; perhaps, the influences of this culture)…

I find that I am constant and seemingly unchallenged in my commitment to a new beginning for a period of time. Then, without warning, I am prone to fall away—my thinking skips beats; the focus I once enjoyed without a grievous effort has now, of a sudden, become a constant, unyielding struggle to regain.  I lose my former breath which once fed my soul and filled me…and I realize I need another new beginning…in my weakness I need another healing touch from Jesus…

So here is a new season, the Feast of Trumpets, the Days of Awe and Remembrance…a wonderful and timely moment for another new beginning…to remember that the grace of Messiah Jesus is sufficient for me, for His strength is made perfect in my weakness 2 Corinthians 12.9

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All I need to do is call on Him to make me want His strengthening grace to do what He has formed me to do from the womb…This is the discipline I dare not forget or fail to recognize from season to season …

Beloved, if you are going through this kind of season, may God grant you the grace to recognize it for what it is; and by His grace, may God bring you to Him to find the truth that the grace of the Lord Jesus Christ is sufficient for you, that His strength alone is made perfect in your weakness. By this may He grant you a new beginning…

Mud and Mercies

Between October 20 and November 10, I watched daily while the foundation around our home was systematically and aggressively excavated. Water was the offender; seeping, standing water was soaking our foundation, making rooms feel damp, smelling of mildew, and even creeping up the walls to interfere with electrical and phone outlets. A view from my house on October 24, we were surrounded by walls of red clay and an open trench…

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We discovered that our condo unit was built directly on top of a natural water spring, hemmed in by hard, compacted red clay all around our foundation. Surprise, surprise! Amazingly and miraculously, I would say, we never had any flooding incidents, were never subjected to sloshing about in our bedroom slippers in ankle deep water after copious rains or deep winter snow melt. That has to be God’s angels watching over us, because others have suffered the throes of the flows of our water table.

What it looked like before…

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While we were waiting on the next phase of waterproofing and drain installations, it wasn’t all bad. Even though the prospect of the onslaught of excavation hovered like a pendulum over my head, I managed to rescue my garden plants before the big dig commenced. With some heroic help of friends, my roses and ferns were relocated from the once happy little gardens to be safely bedded down in containers on my patio. They seemed to appreciate their new homes, and began putting forth new leaf.  The miniature rose even gave me a lovely little bloom before the cold weather descended…The patio was the safe place… The little spot of consolation while all was unearthed around us…

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The contractor found our pandora’s box to be an unexpected challenge, but they were here to conquer and subdue. They worked hard and carefully. For all of my feeling stuck in the mud, I was rather enthralled to see their problem solving efforts and watch the process unfold. Yes, I did succumb to the fascination of watching machinery move earth around from one place to another… And then, of course, there were the interesting conversations I had with them as I’d open my window and peek out and have a chat while they wrestled with the intrepid clay and what the foreman said was one of the hardest restoration jobs of this type. And there were the rainy days, too, when the pumps had to be employed to pump water from the trenches…

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All the heavy and difficult labors gave way to the workers’ resilience and determination. Weeks of labor ensued, hauling away clay and hauling in large gravel and porous fill dirt, sealing the foundation walls and fortifying them with an outer coat. Drains were strategically mapped and laid and secured. New concrete was poured to grade a spot which was a water trap. The land was restored to something resembling suburban civilization just before the coldest weather descended…ground regraded, seed sown, protective layer of straw…bedded down to wait for spring landscaping… all is well…

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I miss the chats with workers…nice bunch…Thanking God for His mercies in the mud, in ways we could never know He granted them to us… all is well…

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