Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt.
In England, maybe Canada too, a crisp is what in America we call a chip, as in potato chip.
Which has very little to do with anything. It’s just the first thing that came to mind.
In fact, I’m probably not going to use the word crisp again. I’m in a rambling mood this morning.
Yesterday was our 48th anniversary. Terry offered to take me out for dinner, but I was so tired by the time I got home that I really didn’t want to go back out. So we ordered a Philadelphia cheesesteak from the pizza shop down the street, and I was perfectly content to stay in. If you’ve never had a real cheesesteak, you’re missing out on a rare treat.
Whoever created this food of the gods was a genius, and ought to have a statue somewhere in the city.
Why was I so tired yesterday? I had only three clients, but two of them had the saddest stories I’ve heard in some time. It was emotionally draining. I know, I’m supposed to be all calm, cool and collected and not enter into the emotion with the client. Phooey. I don’t know how anyone could listen to some of the things I hear and not shed tears with the people they’re trying to help. I think you’d have to have a heart of stone to be unmoved, or unable to weep with those who weep.
So on my short drive home, I was talking to the Lord. I was asking Him, as I rarely do, “WHY?” Often, there is no answer to that question and it only leads to discouragement. I tell my clients that a better question is “What? What am I to learn from this? How am I to find my way out of this morass? What can I do to help prevent others from experiencing this pain?”
I always find comfort in God’s promise that His strength is made perfect in my weakness. He always will make a way.
2 Corinthians 12:8-10
8 Concerning this thing I pleaded with the Lord three times that it might depart from me. 9 And He said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for My strength is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore most gladly I will rather boast in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me. 10 Therefore I take pleasure in infirmities, in reproaches, in needs, in persecutions, in distresses, for Christ’s sake. For when I am weak, then I am strong.
2 thoughts on “A Ramble”
Happy Anniversary! I think what you do, helping people going through pains and sufferings, is a great gift. At the same time, I assume, it could get rough for you. Please take care of yourself.
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Thank you, Nelkumi. You’re exactly right, sometimes it hard. But I’ve never done anything more rewarding. Well, maybe rearing my kids 🙂
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