Don't you remember your childhood games? You always wanted to call a do-over or a thousand do-overs when you would mess up. I always did...I was a huge clutz (still am). Your friends wouldn't let you but when you were playing with your dad, he would always say "ok just one more time". Well here we go...
I call a do over to blogging. I tried it, thought I failed and gave up. But I think it must be something you must practice at. So I will try again. I don't have to be great. I have read some great blogs...Rosemary Jones...you rock my heart. I just have to be me. I always think I don't know the answer to that question but I am learning that's really not the answer. The truth of the matter is I am in motion, permant motion, perpetual (I just learned to spell that) motion to the arms of the creater of the moon and the stars and boogers (I think they are amazing in a gross kind of way and they tell us so much about a person). He is my friend, my champion, my teacher and my savior.
One of my favorite images that the Lord has given me was when I was first a believer doing a bible study at my dinning room table. I had books and dishes and stuff stashed around me (I can be a clutter queen). I was sitting in one of my most amazing dinning room chairs, they are these 1950s green vinyl wooden chairs, I found them on the side of the road and literally did a u-turn in the middle of the road to go back and get them. Then had to talk my mom into coming and picking them up because they didn't fit in the back of my little Ford Focus. I love these chairs, they are comfortable and I kind of settle into them and can stay there for hours. Add an extra pillow and hot cup of tea and it's about as close to prefection as I can get, even better if I am in thralled with a good book. I was all alone, doing some study, I can't even remember what one and I am in my chair and my feet are up on the chair next to me. I look across the table and I see Jesus, sitting there too. Just watching me, smiling, his foot propped up on the chair too, just relaxing with me. It brings tears to my eyes, the savior of mankind cares enough about me to sit and watch while I learn about him.
In that moment I knew that I would never be alone. My life may be one big do-over (starting for a hundred tomorrows) but my heavenly Father will always be there to say "ok one more time." So here goes. Nobody might read this but maybe my mom and that's ok. It's my voice and my story and it's perpetually in motion or occasionally sitting at the dinning room table with Jesus!
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