Monday, May 28, 2007

A Fraction of Eternity

It was a rather nice week the previous week.

For this week, it did not start well. Period.

Note to self: A fraction of eternity.

I don't know how. But I'll get round this. Like I always have. The process sucks though.
Let me bear with the moment, knowing that it will pass.
It's hard. Sometimes it really is.


Saturday, May 12, 2007

Manna For Thought.

Extracted from the weekly emails I receive from www.maxlucado.com

Peace for Anxious Days

by Max Lucado

When my daughters were single-digit ages—two, five, and seven—I wowed them with a miracle. I told them the story of Moses and the manna and invited them to follow me on a wilderness trek through the house.

“Who knows,” I suggested, “manna may fall from the sky again.”

We dressed in sheets and sandals and did our best Bedouin hike through the bedrooms. The girls, on my instruction, complained to me, Moses, of hunger and demanded I take them back to Egypt, or at least to the kitchen. When we entered the den, I urged them to play up their parts: groan, moan, and beg for food.

“Look up,” I urged. “Manna might fall any minute.”

Two-year-old Sara obliged with no questions, but Jenna and Andrea had their doubts. How can manna fall from a ceiling?

Just like the Hebrews. “How can God feed us in the wilderness?”

Every Day Deserves a ChanceJust like you? You look at tomorrow’s demands, next week’s bills, next month’s silent calendar. Your future looks as barren as the Sinai Desert. “How can I face my future?” God tells you what I told my daughters: “Look up.”

When my daughters did, manna fell! Well, not manna, but vanilla wafers dropped from the ceiling and landed on the carpet. Sara squealed with delight and started munching. Jenna and Andrea were old enough to request an explanation.

My answer was simple. I knew the itinerary. I knew we would enter this room. Vanilla wafers fit safely on the topside of the ceiling-fan blades. I had placed them there in advance. When they groaned and moaned, I turned on the switch.

God’s answer to the Hebrews was similar. Did he know their itinerary? Did he know they would grow hungry? Yes and yes. And at the right time, he tilted the manna basket toward earth.

And what about you? God know what you need and where you’ll be. Any chance he has some vanilla wafers on tomorrow’s ceiling fans? Trust him. “Give your entire attention to what God is doing right now, and don’t get worked up about what may or may not happen tomorrow. God will help you deal with whatever hard things come up when the time comes” (Matthew 6:33-34).

From Every Day Deserves a Chance
Copyright (Thomas Nelson, Inc., 2007) Max Lucado

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And when will those manna fall?


Friday, May 11, 2007

RAH

And when things do not turn out the way you expect/imagine/anticipate/hope them to be, it sucks.
Totally.

Yes, the large ones that causes one to have more sleep, and the little ones that just get on those blood vessels nerves.

Yet, I ought to give thanks.

'Cos they know what's best for me. *yeah.. yeah..*