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When it’s all been said
and my spirit flies away
may love have spoken
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Wendy / 2016
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When I’m feeling like a wrung out dish rag that’s too tattered to make it through another wash and rinse cycle without disintegrating, and I’m tempted to throw a pity-party (without balloons or guests), I look up and remind myself where I’m headed when this feet on the ground adventure is finished.
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Within nanoseconds I sense a Presence.
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And unlike voices from the past who would have told me to pull myself up by my whatever-straps (I rarely wear boots), I hear a whispered, “I’ll lift you up.”
And that’s enough to make my spirit soar.
I know where I’m going.
I know Who loves me.
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Now excuse me while I go about my Father’s business.
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How do you handle the temptation to indulge in self-pity when you’re feeling overwhelmed?
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Fatherly Love Blessings ~ Wendy
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My other blog: www.wendylmacdonald.com
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