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Only Takes a Quarter to Play

I imagine that reading my blog must be like watching a pinball machine gone insane.

Today I am FREAKING out. Stressed out to the max. The future is so uncertain, the next 2 months completely a haze of 'uhh what!?' that I feel like I might burst out of my skin.

Things are still good, I keep reminding myself. Eric still has a job, we have a roof over our head, food to eat, and two children that give me warm fuzzies. Life is still good.

I just wish it came with a few more instructions. A little bit of A+B=C would be helpful. Something other than contemplative silence when I pray. That's not asking too much, is it?

The dominos are stacked - will they fall, will they stand?


Anonymous said…
Are you sure you really want to see what is out there?? Sometimes it is fun to be surprised, every day can be Christmas when all you want is a bundle of switches.

And more instructions, we have the ones that really matter (yes - scriptures and prophets), the rest of the stuff is just scenery in the "stage" of life - we probably would not understand the language if we found that instruction book :) The equations of life are a bit more complicated that a two part addition, but we really don't have to know the math details if we just follow the principles. And yes, easier said than done!

I like Isaiah 50:10 when I start to worry about not seeing enough. If that alone is not sufficient inspiration, verse 11 can be a warning.

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