On Friday morning, while emptying the dishwasher, I asked God what He wants me to do with my life which had nothing to do with the dishes, I don’t think. I multi-task, or at least I try. Besides, I am well aware that doing dishes is already a God-ordained task.
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I am good at jumping on band wagons. Falling off? Also good.
Today marks the beginning of a 31-day challenge and thank God it has nothing to do with food. I can get through anything that allows for a little stress eating. There’s nothing a little chocolate and peanut butter can’t cure, and pizza, and wine, and grilled cheese sandwiches. You get the picture.
Last night, I repeated the same prayer over and over. Please don’t let this be my calling. Please don’t let this be my calling. Even though that doesn’t make a whole lot of sense, it did in my head and it was overwhelming to say the least. I told God he was going to have to give me the strength to continue to trust in him no matter what comes my way.
Today the struggle to forgive is real. Last week, in my Moms Group we were discussing a chapter in “Out of the Spin Cycle” by Jen Hatmaker. Some of it was about forgiveness. I felt as though nothing was hindering me when it came to forgiving others until a few days later this wave of resentfulness invaded my mind. I’m not gonna lie, it felt kinda good; a lot like mustering-up-profanities-within-seconds-after-stubbing-your-toe kind of good.
It was in late January of last year when I left the house on a mission to pick up groceries. I would hit them all: Trader Joe’s, Costco and our regular grocery store. Shortly after heading out, I was getting hungry. Rather than pushing around a large cart on an empty stomach, I made a quick stop. I didn’t want to bust the budget with powdered donuts, chocolate pudding snacks and canned whip cream. I will sacrifice all those wasted expenditures for a giant burrito and a soda.
The name Julianne means youthful. One of my favorite sayings is youth knows no age. My hope is not for the meaning of my name to take me well into my nineties, but that the joy in my heart from the father above will keep me on my feet in my converse shoes with a hop, skip and a jump. Hang in there while I catch my breath and don’t let me lose you yet.