The Chinese have an interesting symbol for the word 'crisis'; it indicates both danger and opportunity. When the stakes are high and the outcome in doubt, purpose can emerge from pain like beauty from ashes. But real healing can't begin until you face the facts and express your pain.
That means doing what David did: taking it to God. 'How long must I wrestle with my thoughts and every day have sorrow in my heart?... ' (Psalm 13:2 NIV). Just as lancing a boil is a necessary first step to healing, facing the truth is the first step towards becoming whole.
Those who grow through a crisis learn which hopes, dreams and expectations were violated by the event. They identify where the repair work is needed, then they develop a road map for the future. At first you will feel as if 'nothing will ever be the same again'. That's normal. You may have to make adjustments in how you work, where you spend your leisure time, and how you relate to your family and friends. It's the nature of a crisis to destabilise your world. But it also forces you to reach deep within yourself and find hidden strength you didn't know existed.
You may not feel courageous or hopeful right now, but that doesn't mean those things aren't there waiting to be tapped. Even though you don't feel strong today, you can draw strength from the One who is. 'The Lord is my Rock, my Fortress, and my Deliverer; my God... in Whom I will trust... ' (Psalm 18:2 AMP). Face it. Find God in it. Follow Him, and He will give you a better tomorrow.
I can't really add much to that. That is pretty awesome.
I have decided that every dating disaster that i have, is a blessing. There is obviously something that i have not yet learned, that i need to learn, or God would not keep sending creeps in my direction. Sometimes, i wish i was not so slow when it came to learning the lessons that God wants me to learn!
I bet i frustrate the heck out of Him.
It is such a beautiful day out there today. I skipped my run last night, because the weather was so crappy, so i might attempt to go twice the distance today. I am busy doing one milleeeeion loads of laundry as well, in ANOTHER attempt to get rid of Nixon's fleas.
I. HATE. Fleas. I swear they must have been in this house when we moved in here. Nixon had never had fleas before we moved here...and now, no matter what i do, i can't get rid of them. It is making me itch just thinking / typing about it.
Back later. : |