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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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