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And I think that's a good part of the problem with my bout with the blues this past week. I haven't even been trying to trust that I'm on the right path; that I am where God wants or needs me to be.
Instead, I've just been grousing and grumping along for several days. Even I am sick of my company. I don't like surgery and its groggy aftermath. I don't like having my activities restricted. I'm tired of drugs. I don't like much of anything except Haagen Dazs Almond Ice Cream Bars.
It's time to change all that. (Except for the part about the ice cream bars.)
I can't see why I've been set to travel this path at this time.
I'm not on the path I'd be traveling on, if I had my druthers.
This path I am on has some ugly bumps on the way, and it doesn't make sense to me.
All this is true - and it's also true that it's time to trust I'm on this path for a reason.
So, God. Help me to trust. Let me see you haven't dumped me in the gutter; kicked me to the curb; left me out in the cold (so to speak). Show me You are still there, guiding my footsteps, leading me to the places I need to be.
I claim to have joined the Church of Random Kindness and Senseless Beauty some time back. Help me to get to church one day soon - to look outside myself; to see where my hands can help Yours to make a difference in this world.