Where are my thoughts?
You know how I was saying the other day that I was seeking a higher purpose?
Well, I decided to put my thoughts down in writing and so I logged back on to my "Thoughts" on Word that I have been working on for almost a year.
Cooincidentally, one of my last posts was about this idea of purpose and how my passion for Eternity gives me that purpose I seek.
Innersteen.
So, I'm hungrily writing down my angst and filling in the gaps and, basically, putting my life in story-form and showing how God has always had a purpose for me and that sometimes I lose my way through self-induced detours and it was therapy for me, truly, my priorites were lining right up where they needed to be.
It was a huge blessing.
All of a sudden, my pinky finger slipped off the "shift" key and hit....who-knows-what? and all of my text was gone!
Gone!
GONE!
I couldn't retrieve it and neither could my husband.
It was simply lost in cyberspace somewhere.....
Can I just say that I was beyond devastated.
In fact, it trashed me for a while before I put a stop to it.
I don't have a reason for what happened other than we are not alone in this world and there are forces we cannot see that seeks to distract and destroy and that day I was easy fodder.
I'm still upset, as I sit here fighting despair, but I will not give in to it, instead, I seek its purpose, for God has promised that all things work together for those who love the Lord, and I do love my God and my Savior, so I will honor Him.
Satan, YOU ARE A PUNK!!!!!!!
BACK OFF!!!!!
YOU DON"T OWN ME!!!!!!
Will I start over?
I don't know.....
A good friend of mine suggested that maybe God was preparing me for something by putting discontent in my heart.
If I was completely fulfilled, maybe I wouldn't be in the frame of mind to receive what God was preparing for me.
Who knows?
What I do know is this: God does have purpose for me and I can rest in that.
Update:
Our drama group, the Lifesavers, have been asked to perform a Thanksgiving program for the students of our ESL class.
(i.e.= purpose)
later taters
;0)
Well, I decided to put my thoughts down in writing and so I logged back on to my "Thoughts" on Word that I have been working on for almost a year.
Cooincidentally, one of my last posts was about this idea of purpose and how my passion for Eternity gives me that purpose I seek.
Innersteen.
So, I'm hungrily writing down my angst and filling in the gaps and, basically, putting my life in story-form and showing how God has always had a purpose for me and that sometimes I lose my way through self-induced detours and it was therapy for me, truly, my priorites were lining right up where they needed to be.
It was a huge blessing.
All of a sudden, my pinky finger slipped off the "shift" key and hit....who-knows-what? and all of my text was gone!
Gone!
GONE!
I couldn't retrieve it and neither could my husband.
It was simply lost in cyberspace somewhere.....
Can I just say that I was beyond devastated.
In fact, it trashed me for a while before I put a stop to it.
I don't have a reason for what happened other than we are not alone in this world and there are forces we cannot see that seeks to distract and destroy and that day I was easy fodder.
I'm still upset, as I sit here fighting despair, but I will not give in to it, instead, I seek its purpose, for God has promised that all things work together for those who love the Lord, and I do love my God and my Savior, so I will honor Him.
Satan, YOU ARE A PUNK!!!!!!!
BACK OFF!!!!!
YOU DON"T OWN ME!!!!!!
Will I start over?
I don't know.....
A good friend of mine suggested that maybe God was preparing me for something by putting discontent in my heart.
If I was completely fulfilled, maybe I wouldn't be in the frame of mind to receive what God was preparing for me.
Who knows?
What I do know is this: God does have purpose for me and I can rest in that.
Update:
Our drama group, the Lifesavers, have been asked to perform a Thanksgiving program for the students of our ESL class.
(i.e.= purpose)
later taters
;0)
posted by Lori's World @ 10:06 AM
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