FB Life versus Authenticity
Frustration mounted. My head started to pound. My stomach started to swirl. I wanted to pick up the phone and back out of the commitment I had agreed to. At the least, I desperately wanted to take the easy way out and speak to an easier topic. I was coming up empty handed with how to address the topic I was asked to speak to.
So....I did what any other person would do. I opened my ipad and started perusing FB (Facebook). Normally, I enjoy these peeks into others lives. I delight in being able to stay connected through words and photos. However, today I seemed to be ultra aware that all these lives seemed "perfect". Pictures were of people having fun. Everyone seemed to be smiling and enjoying life. It made me a titch crazy.
Closing my ipad and continuing my wrestling practice with the impending topic, I glanced at the clock. Yikes! Only 14 hours and I would need to have something solidified. Once again, my mind started to run for the door. As it was rapidly reviewing my "valid" excuse list, something whispered to my heart, "Don't run. I will give you strength and words." If I chose, relief could be only a phone call away. Ugh! Why did I believe I was strong enough emotionally to do this? Deciding not to make the call I dropped into bed.
Throughout the night, I flopped like a fish. Odd dreams coursed through my head. As morning neared, panic was rising, like a ravenous dog chasing a meaty bone. It was slowly suffocating any hope that I had of saying anything intelligent. Desperately, I called out to my Father asking for just a tidbit of direction for this assignment. As the first light of morning peaked through the window, I finally gave up. Struggling to my feet, I got myself up. Grabbing something comfortable, I dressed and headed out the door to my local coffee shop. Maybe a change of scenery would release something.
Retrieving my nourishment and liquid, I found a table in the corner. Settling in, I heard my Father's ever gentle whisper. Inhaling and exhaling, relief washed over my mind and I audibly giggled. Catching myself giggling only made me smirk more. I am such a silly plank-eyed girl. Of course, He would show up and deliver. When will I learn this lesson? He NEVER abandons me and He ALWAYS comes through.
Perched on my chair and sipping my lovely beverage; I let my fingers fly over the keyboard and bring to life the words He was speaking to my heart. Words to His precious daughters. Words of authenticity. Words of struggle. Words of hope. Words that will allow my fellow sojourners to realize that they are not alone and we are all traveling together.
What is the Lord asking you to do that you are hesitant to accept? Growth begins at the end of our comfort zones. Why not accept the offer of His help and step out, trusting that He will provide everything you need to accomplish what He is asking you to do.
Here is my hand friend, take it and together we will walk.
Until we Chat Again,
The Plank-Eyed Girl
If you would like to share what the Lord is asking you to do, please either leave me a message or e-mail me at: theplankeyedgirl@gmail.com
Closing my ipad and continuing my wrestling practice with the impending topic, I glanced at the clock. Yikes! Only 14 hours and I would need to have something solidified. Once again, my mind started to run for the door. As it was rapidly reviewing my "valid" excuse list, something whispered to my heart, "Don't run. I will give you strength and words." If I chose, relief could be only a phone call away. Ugh! Why did I believe I was strong enough emotionally to do this? Deciding not to make the call I dropped into bed.
Throughout the night, I flopped like a fish. Odd dreams coursed through my head. As morning neared, panic was rising, like a ravenous dog chasing a meaty bone. It was slowly suffocating any hope that I had of saying anything intelligent. Desperately, I called out to my Father asking for just a tidbit of direction for this assignment. As the first light of morning peaked through the window, I finally gave up. Struggling to my feet, I got myself up. Grabbing something comfortable, I dressed and headed out the door to my local coffee shop. Maybe a change of scenery would release something.
Retrieving my nourishment and liquid, I found a table in the corner. Settling in, I heard my Father's ever gentle whisper. Inhaling and exhaling, relief washed over my mind and I audibly giggled. Catching myself giggling only made me smirk more. I am such a silly plank-eyed girl. Of course, He would show up and deliver. When will I learn this lesson? He NEVER abandons me and He ALWAYS comes through.
Perched on my chair and sipping my lovely beverage; I let my fingers fly over the keyboard and bring to life the words He was speaking to my heart. Words to His precious daughters. Words of authenticity. Words of struggle. Words of hope. Words that will allow my fellow sojourners to realize that they are not alone and we are all traveling together.
What is the Lord asking you to do that you are hesitant to accept? Growth begins at the end of our comfort zones. Why not accept the offer of His help and step out, trusting that He will provide everything you need to accomplish what He is asking you to do.
Here is my hand friend, take it and together we will walk.
Until we Chat Again,
The Plank-Eyed Girl
If you would like to share what the Lord is asking you to do, please either leave me a message or e-mail me at: theplankeyedgirl@gmail.com
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