I have chosen the way of faithfulness; have set your rules before me.
God is so good! I just want to say that. In chasing the perfect day this week I have shifted focus and instead - I realize I am not just chasing a day; I am wanting to chase perfection itself, but I fall short over and over and that falling short feeling makes me frazzled.
I get frustrated and in the frustration I take it out on others. I forget that perfection only existed one time, ever, in the history of the world. His name was Jesus Christ!
But back to the verse. Wednesday, reviewing with the kids their verse. Slapped in the forehead, I have to make a choice... To be faithful to the one who is faithful to me. I must set Him and His rules before me.
To think before I speak. To love at all times. To not judge others. To end gossip. To give grace and accept grace willingly. It's not easy.
Tuesday was sure a lesson in all of that. Every crummy thing that could happen did.
Wednesday: I will start at the end.
On a couch with a cup of expertly prepared coffee... Amazing quiet time with an amazing friend watching TV shows that quite possibly lowered our IQ. Conversation was sporadic and was the kind of comfort that only comes from an old friend.
After two months I am getting independence back daily... When I think about where I can from... when every step, every movement, every task is calculated, tedious and time consuming. It's not that way so much anymore.
The biggest break-through of the week I would say was being able to stand in the shower for my prayer time. .Silly... but normal - I was in "my place".
Physical therapy was painful... so painful. the exercises aren't the hard part, don't get me wrong they aren't a picnic... and I giggled when I saw the cone and the shooter marble again (I will take a picture of that next week and share)... the pain comes at the end as the therapist rubs the scars to break up the scar tissue. So. Painful.
As a family we had lots of laughs, snuggle time, homework and even two aced spelling tests. I truly cannot ask for much more.
I have chosen the way of faithfulness; I have set your rules before me. When I have remembered that this week, the day gets better.
There is nothing that I can do that is going to make perfection. All days are perfect because they are given to me by God. There will be the rough days, the ones I want to run away from...and others well be "perfect" walking on sand and shore. But everyday is only what I make out of what He's given me. Which path will I choose?