Mutating Missionary
God does not send us into the dangerous and exacting life of faith because we are qualified; He chooses in order to qualify us for what he wants us to be or do." Eugene Peterson
Hello, Thanks for visiting, After I get all of the mutating missionary blogs from the past re-posted here, I will continue writing fresh ones. Enjoy the review... Robyn Rochelle Cox RR&BC, LLC©2016 Loving God in the Moment Tuesday, October 3, 2006 Did you ever... Have you ever had one of those days when you really didn't know if you could make it home fast enough? Maybe you have. I know that on Friday of last week, I hit one of those days. The past few weeks had been interesting to say the least.There were incredibly wonderful things happening, there were horrendously horrible things happening; there were classes completely filled with brain wracking new concepts, and evenings filled with homework I was trying to decipher while feeling a huge heaviness in my heart one minute and a joy in my heart the next. It was a jumble of thoughts - of prayers - of studies - of life. Sleep had escaped me for the better part of 3 weeks (never a good sign). And, I really wanted a hug from someone. Now, the real clincher, I wanted a hug from someone I knew. I have hugs from a few of the people that I work with. My boss is such a sweetie to be aware that after every meeting I need a hug. She stands about 5’ 2” and she still insists on this 5'7" woman getting a hug from her as we leave each other. I am glad for that - but she has only known me for 9 months. Several of the women I work with meet once a week for a Bible Study and we each give hugs to each other after meeting. It is a great way to encourage each other. But we have known each other for less time. I needed a hug from someone that knew me, that knew my many quirks, that knew that I like safe hugs, that I believe that hugs make life better, that I value hugs both from people and value giving hugs for almost anything from a headache to a heartache. I wanted a hug from a loved one. I called my son as I was headed to the bed (it was 3:30 pm) after returning home from school. We talked about some financial business and he shared a few thoughts of some absolutely wonderful events going on in my family, and for no reason whatsoever, I started to cry. Now, anyone that knows me knows that one of my many quirks is - I know how to cry! I cry from my toenails. It surges through me and cleanses every cell. I began to cry (something I hadn't done enough lately) and my son simply listened. Finally, a very still quiet voice crept across the phone lines. "Mom… What are you thankful for?" I couldn't think of a thing. "Mom… What are you thankful for?" Finally - "I'm thankful for my children, and where they are in their lives." Silence from him - tears from me "Mom. What are you thankful for?" Finally - "I'm thankful for ---" Silence "Mom. Are you thankful for your kitchen?" I laughed! "Yes, I am!" "Mom… What are you thankful for?"and then it began. The laughter, the thankful spirit, the beautiful game we have been playing for 20 years, the encouragement game being played back from my child to me, instead of vice versa. I was being hugged - hugged by someone that knows me, knows my quirks, knows my weaknesses, knows my strengths. Someone who has been there through the hard times, through the joyous times, through the living of life. I got a hug from my youngest adult son; I slept like a baby for over 12 hours. The secret of abundance is found not in what we have, but in what we enjoy (or are thankful for). • Paul expressed this in his letter to the Philippians (ch. 4). Nothing produces wealth more quickly or certainly than a heart of gratefulness. mutating missionary Because HE IS the I AM Posted by Robyn Rochelle E. at Tuesday, October 03, 2006
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