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Ssstttrrreeetttccchhh!

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When I sat this weary cutting of a vine close to my office window a few weeks ago, it only had a few leaves on it and they all faced me.  It has thrived in this location, obviously, and now most of the leaves have turned to face the light source.

Several things came to mind this morning from observing this plant.

Sometimes we find ourselves “planted” in circumstances we had no intention – sometimes no control – being in.  We can adapt and make the best of it…or not.

This cutting, when allowed the opportunity to live, is doing what plants do.  I put it in some water until it rooted then stuck it in an old dirt filled pot.  Nothing special.  No special attention, just watered it and set it in a bright place.

When things happen to “break” us, we have choices although it may not feel like we do.  We can choose to do what we can and trust God for the rest or we can wither up and “die”.  Some have chosen the latter. I refuse.

When life breaks us, we must “plant” ourselves in God’s sovereignty.  As these leaves stretch for the sun, we must stretch for the SON.  It may not feel good; we may not even want to, but stretch anyway.  Inside us is His Spirit and a strong will to survive and with a little faith in those truths and some effort, if we find the strength to press on and stretch ourselves, things undoubtedly will get better.  This plant would have survived anywhere else in my house but I chose a place of great light exposure to give it the best chance.  It not only lives, it’s thriving.  We can too, in the light of His presence because in that place, we find joy, peace and comfort that only He can give.

Set yourself up.  Get as close to Him as you can.  When you don’t feel Him Ssstttrrreeetttccchh!  Keep stretching.  He’s there.

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Finished. Again.

Tired.  Weary. Discouraged. Sad. Done. Just done.  Done trying hard to make things better.  Done believing things are getting better. Tired of bailing water out of the boat.  Time, perhaps, to let it sink.

The work of a Saint is hard.  Believing against all odds and keeping content in extreme situations is exhausting.  This is, I believe, the work of our salvation – keeping faith alive when even you feel dead.

Then you hear that song.  You see others walking a more extreme road than yours.  You see their strength.  You read something specifically pertaining to your present situation and smile.  A warmth covers you and you know.  You know it came straight out of heaven, custom made, constructed specifically for you.  What will you do?  Stay down?  Not believe? Not hope?

The choice is yours.  God won’t stop loving you.  It may not even change things on the outside…but it can change things on the inside.  Will you let it?  Do you dare to believe again?  Pick up another bucket?  Usher up another prayer?

The choice is yours.

Sometimes the smallest things can make the biggest difference.

Remember.  The rock.  The blessing.  The socks.  Remember.  Cling.  And start bailing.  Again.

Finished?  Not this time.  No. No. Not this time. And that’s all that matters.