What my eyes did not see!

Friday night I attempted to jazz up my blog with a download from another site.

Today, Sunday, I am choosing to leave it for now.
Last night, after a nerve-wrenching game on TV with Penn State vs Ohio State, I made a mental decision I would arise extra early, attend early church and visit my father in a nursing home. At 6:00 I popped awake but chose to catch a few more winks...when I got up it was too late. Joe was already outside closing our above ground pool, which was a gift from my father many years ago. I was sick inside. Our weekends have been full or the weather hasn't cooperated...today was the day, because there is going to be a change in the weather tomorrow.

Joe needed me. Four hours later he openly thanked me for my help and it settled so sweetly with me that my heart was full of love.

I opened this blog but was still saddened by what I didn't do today, something I wanted so much to happen last night.

I googled Mark 8...read all of Chapter 8 & 9, and took it to the bathtub to soak and ponder on.

Much happened in those two chapters. Feeding thousands, addressing more Pharisees, healings, Peter's confession of Christ, Jesus predicts his death, the Transfiguration...this is too much to comment on from my limited skill.

Yet the quote that stirred me to came back here was Mark 8:21
"He said to them, "Do you still not understand?"

I could swallow myself up in pity or I could press on trusting God.

Each day is filled with the temptation of "couldas" and "shouldas".
I learned that years ago when I was still in therapy.

Being one of sound faith and joyful to boot, doesn't have to be a strain.
Why was I making it so?

Sitting in the bathtub, naked and talking to God may sound weird, but think of all the places millions have had to call out His name and the various circumstances they have been in.

Now I am relaxed. Joe is resting. The girls are shopping.
I didn't make it to church again or visit my father.

I'm not proud of that, but I refuse to allow it to rob my joy!