Thursday, June 6, 2013

Dependent

My feet take me down the road. My head aches from a lack of sleep and a day of work with no breaks. I didn't do all the things that I thought really needed to be done. My work group was taken care of by my kind sister/co-leader, but I feel bad for not being there to work with them. And my thoughts go something like this. . .

What if my life were to end today? How many people and things would be affected? A typical eighteen-year-old would simply be responsible for their own self, but I'm also a little bit responsible for 260 other people. And any tiny bit of taking care of a group like that is a lot of work.

My feet keep going, and so do my thoughts. . . .

There are just too many things dependent on me. There's simply no way to meet all the demands and requests. To be perfectly honest I just about feel dead.

But wait. 

Whatever is dependent on me is essentially dependent on what I am dependent on--Jesus. Did I just say that there are too many things dependent on you, Lord? Ridiculous. Too many things dependent on Ultimate Strength? Impossible. 


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One day later my feet are carrying me down a slippery, muddy trail on the way home from getting mangoes with my work group. The rain has drenched us, but our spirits are good. Then yesterday's thoughts and today's reality come together.

Yesterday left me feeling overwhelmed. But today I've done most everything that I needed to do as well as some things that I had put to the side for a long time. I was feeling a bit down because I wasn't free to get my exercise this morning, but I just got my exercise and supervised our work group at the same time. . . .

Thankful? Amazed? Rebuked?

I'm overwhelmed. . .  

3 comments:

  1. Thank you. I needed to hear this just now..

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  2. I needed it too. Praise the Lord!

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  3. Praising the Lord with you, especially since I count it a gift from the Lord that I even had time to write.

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