In what was perhaps not the wisest of moves, I went to sleep last night struggling a bit with remembrances of missed opportunities and wonderings as to whether or not certain ships truly have sailed away for good. I know, I know – I’ve been trying to put such things to rest for a while now, but my brain is not an Etch-a-Sketch. I cannot give it a really good shake and have all those things disappear, never to be heard from again. And it feels a tad more difficult ‘to let bygones be bygones’ when I get caught up in thinking I’m surrounded by people whose lives are moving forward whereas I keep tripping over the same stones time and again. But I’m not privy to all their struggles and questions and fights, so who am I to say I’m alone in these struggles? I know, even though I lose sight of it sometimes, I am not alone.
So I’ve been fighting a little bit of the blues this morning. But as I’ve seen my husband off to work and taken care of a few non-writing things, I have (however slowly and repeatedly) cast my cares on the One who cares for me. The Message expresses it beautifully:
So be content with who you are, and don’t put on airs.
God’s strong hand is on you;
he’ll promote you at the right time.
Live carefree before God;
he is most careful with you.
~1 Peter 5:6-7
And as I give my head a shake, take a deep breath, and make the conscious decision (and effort) to keep moving forward, I rejoice in the One who made it all possible for me to have another fresh day with another fresh start.
Oh, and a little ‘banjo music’ (my husband grows tired of it . . .) courtesy of “The Cave” by Mumford & Sons doesn’t hurt either. ツ
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