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The word is Exhale

This week my life has been kind of like a silly television sit com...really.  only instead of silly it left me feeling plain old weird, tired and in the zenith of it:  FRUSTRATED.

We all have those weeks...those first world problem weeks where no one is in jeopardy but every possible things seems to go awry...everything is off kilter and your normal life is not happening.
This was one of those weeks.

I won't go into the gory details...i don't want to rethink or relive them...i'm happy that today is the fourth of July for many reasons...its my favorite holiday and this week its finally a day of breathing easy...feeling free. Exhaling deep and letting go of all the stress and strangeness of the past five days...and it feels so good.

As things went from annoying to all out ridiculous this week I was reminded of a bible verse that has always created heart awe in me...
2 Corinthians 4:16 - 18
So we do not lose heart, Though our outer self is wasting away, our inner self is being renewed day by day.  For this light momentary affliction is preparing for us an eternal weight of glory beyond all comparison, as we look not to the things that are seen but to the things that are unseen.  For the things that are seen are transient, but the things at are unseen are eternal.

I needed to read this.  I always need to read this.  It always gets me to stop looking at all of the here and now and start looking up at the sky....past the sky to what my heart tells me is true ....that all of this...its just preparation for what? an eternal weight of glory beyond all comparison...
That phrase should make you exhale and breathe a little easier...
And so i am exhaling out the light and momentary and sharing a patriotic bomb popsicle with my toddler...watching the raspberry run down her chin and drip all over my hands...I smile because Independence day figuratively and literally can come to my soul whenever I ponder that thought and my soul chooses to smile free....
And just like tonight I'll sit on grass poking through the threads of a scraggly well worn quilt and watch fire works sparkle the ebony sky. My girls will exhale excitement and point little girl fingers to the fire trails of fireworks spiraling over head, and I'll join their wonder and think on these brief glimmering moments foreshadowing an eternal weight of brilliant God glory...

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  1. Beautiful post, and thank you for sharing that verse. I hope there are better weeks ahead for you!

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    1. thanks Sabrina and i'm sure there will be...we all have those everything pouring weeks

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  2. This is absolutely beautiful! And so encouraging to me. I'm bookmarking that scripture for my early morning quiet times this week. Thanks. :)

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  3. thanks Andrea...that verse really takes your breath away.

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