May 23, 2008
I try to adhere to the Phillipians 4:8 principle. But sometimes I find it difficult to focus on the good. In the middle of the night when I have been sick, I have actually worried about my husband's future second wife
and how she will treat my adult children. No doubt he would marry shortly after I am deceased as he is one of the better men around and women would pursue him. This is hardly a reasonable subject for me to mull over. . .
Believing as I do that imagination is one of the greatest gifts God gives us, I have invented a back door in my mind. I sweep unreasonable worrying out the back door into dump trucks which take it away for disposal. With practice, I can get control of my obsessive thinking.
Of course, serious problems require repeated processing, and healing after losing a loved one only comes after going over and over the loss in one's mind. But worrying over things totally out of our control is
fruitless; let God take charge.
Summing it all up, friends, I'd say you'll do best by filling your minds and meditating on things true, noble, reputable, authentic, compelling, gracious--the best, not the worst; the beautiful, not the ugly; things to praise, not things to curse. Phillipians 4:8 The Message
Friday, May 23, 2008
Monday, May 19, 2008
My Profile
May 19, 2008 I have been asked why my profile is blank. Haven't gotten to that yet. My family and friends know who I am. Perhaps I am shy about communicating with people I don't know very well. But, welcome strangers, eventually I will get around to filling it in. (I just figured out how to disable the transliteration of my postings into Hindi!)
Or maybe there is a streak of my dear friend Emily in me.
I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there's a pair of us--don't tell!
They'd banish us, you know.
How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog! (Dickinson)
Or maybe there is a streak of my dear friend Emily in me.
I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there's a pair of us--don't tell!
They'd banish us, you know.
How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog! (Dickinson)
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