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Sunday, September 4, 2011

One Moment at a Time

Joseph's death has reminded me that I want to live. I don't want to look back at my life and regret the roads not taken. I have been reading Regina Brett's God Never Blinks and she talks about our desire to be something or do something and when we allow ourselves to be bogged down by how to get there, we never do. So instead of worrying about how I will do whatever it is I want to do, I am just going to take the next step and start to embrace the next moment for just what it is...a moment. The book also talks about how we can let a bad moment or circumstance become a bad day, a bad week or a bad season, OR we can CHOOSE to let it just be a bad moment and choose to embrace the blessings all around us. Even if all you can find is that you are alive, that there is air to breathe in, that there is a God who loves you and created you for His glory...that you have a purpose even though it may not be evident right now. You ARE loved. In this moment. In every moment. Forever and for always. By a Father who knows you like no other. What a blessing!

Trust me that I know that doing this won't always be easy. It won't ever be easy if you never start. If you never believe. If you never trust. If you never take that next step. If you never live in that moment. For that moment. In Isaiah 43, God says to Jacob, "...you are mine." His. How awesome it is to be His. His creation. His daughter. His love. His chosen. His forever. And all it takes is for us to say yes. To choose to believe that His son, whom He so loved, gave His life so that we all might be joined again to the Father; our Father.

We are forgiven. We are saved. We are made by love and with love and for love.

My favorite poem is The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost. I want to share it with you and encourage you to choose the "one less traveled by" because that is the one where our Father will meet you right where you stand. Just ask Him!


TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;        5
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,        10
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.        15
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.        20

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