tonight, after my night class (i have an unfortunate habit of taking those, don't i?), i found myself crabby and just kind of annoyed at everything. today was one of those days that started with a quiz where i accidentally spelled "etiquette" as "edicate" and ended with me saying "mornin!" to a very confused cafeteria worker on my way to grab dinner quick before my class. it was definitely 6:00 PM when that happened.
so when i was walking up the hill after class, i put my coat hood up like a pouty little kid (and because it was cold... very cold.) and was just crabby. but then actually i felt better having my hood up like that, because it did make me feel a little bit like a kid. this made me realize that maybe the reason i was so pooped and crabby was because i wanted to be taken care of (bear with me... i know this sounds a bit like a diva) and because i really don't know how to rest, either. when i'm here at school, i'm taking care of myself all the time and if i don't do things, they won't get done, and if i forget to eat, i forget to eat. mom's not gonna remind me. (makes sense, that's the whole growing-up thing) but also, in the midst of those thoughts and as much as i like taking care of myself and being a real, live, responsible, and contributing grown up, i just kind of really wanted to be taken care of. i craved rest. and in that moment, i remembered amy's words from last semester that had hit hard for me... "Jesus takes care of us."
wowie, He does! my soul feels lifted by that. i'm not in this whole life business alone. He takes care of us.
He takes care of us.
He takes care of us.
He takes care of us.
so when i was walking up the hill after class, i put my coat hood up like a pouty little kid (and because it was cold... very cold.) and was just crabby. but then actually i felt better having my hood up like that, because it did make me feel a little bit like a kid. this made me realize that maybe the reason i was so pooped and crabby was because i wanted to be taken care of (bear with me... i know this sounds a bit like a diva) and because i really don't know how to rest, either. when i'm here at school, i'm taking care of myself all the time and if i don't do things, they won't get done, and if i forget to eat, i forget to eat. mom's not gonna remind me. (makes sense, that's the whole growing-up thing) but also, in the midst of those thoughts and as much as i like taking care of myself and being a real, live, responsible, and contributing grown up, i just kind of really wanted to be taken care of. i craved rest. and in that moment, i remembered amy's words from last semester that had hit hard for me... "Jesus takes care of us."
wowie, He does! my soul feels lifted by that. i'm not in this whole life business alone. He takes care of us.
He takes care of us.
He takes care of us.
He takes care of us.
^^ one of the ways i feel most taken-care-of: when God gives us sun. (the past coupla days, i have woken up just saying, "oh LORD, please? the sun?!" ha!
He restores my soul. [rəˈstôr/ : return (someone or something) to a former condition, place, or position.]
and this is one of the most major ways he does it any day.
(feat. my favorite bottle sitting on my desk in the sun. it says "pure & good." mmh, i just like that!)
in what ways can you recognize and say "thanks, God, for the ways You restore my soul"?
how do you see Him taking care of you?
He restores my soul. [rəˈstôr/ : return (someone or something) to a former condition, place, or position.]
and this is one of the most major ways he does it any day.
(feat. my favorite bottle sitting on my desk in the sun. it says "pure & good." mmh, i just like that!)
in what ways can you recognize and say "thanks, God, for the ways You restore my soul"?
how do you see Him taking care of you?
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