This Works-for-me Wednesday is a bit cluttered, but also offers useful reminders. But then, I guess there’s no way for piles not to appear cluttered…
I make notes all the time, and periodically clean out the used pages in my notebooks. If I still want to remember what I wrote, it goes in the pile on my desk.
One I found today:
It’s as if we think Jesus included, “Blessed are the uncomfortable, because I’ll feel sorry for them.”
Discomfort is not a prerequisite to godliness, and, unless properly handled, will do nothing to draw us closer to Him.
Another is the start of a list I wrote as Grandma was in the hospital. When the ordeal began I was driven to distraction by my writer’s-mind. By the end I realized there was more I wanted to remember.
- Smile at sick people.
- Busy lives can hold back even people who care.
- Affirm people for (even just) presence, if it’s encouraging.
I suppose any of these four thoughts could feed a whole post, but this is all I want to say for now. I’m sure you may find additional meaning if you wish.