However, most of the weekend (and the last couple of weeks) have been more like this. . .
It's no small wonder that my poor husband (who has been SO understanding and supportive as he has cohabited with a very difficult-to-live-with woman) looks like this. . .
I had a bit of a meltdown yesterday where the words wouldn't come and I was, as the title eludes to, academically paralyzed. Thanks to Philip being really understanding and flexible, a lot of praying, a very encouraging note from Shannon and my sweet mom scooping me up over the phone, the finish line for the evening is starting to be in sight.
This has been one of those weekends when I've thrown my hands up, looked to heaven and told God that I have NOTHING left and that if ANYTHING is going to be produced it will be by his grace and doing alone. This weekend I was a pen - but not a fancy one with a ballpoint from which the ink flows effortlessly (more like a gross, chewed up one that you'd get for free from some salesman that is able to dispell enough ink for every fifth letter or so) - and He was the author. It's amazing how I actually have nothing to do with what He does. I'm glad He can write so well with a crappy, dried-up pen sometimes.
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Joy, You're right - when we can bring nothing, God is the source and the answer and our completeness. But only when we recognize all of the above. Isn't it wonderful what he can do with our chewed up pens and pencils, and shaky hands?
Thank you Philip, for loving, supporting, encouraging.....
Love, Mom
P.S. Thanks, Lord, for the encouragement of answered prayer.
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