As I was relishing in the fact that I got to sleep in today thanks to the ole freezing fog thing we've got goin' on here...my I-need-some-music-to-make-spraying-hairspray-more-interesting iPhone shuffle brought this song to my attention. Haven't listened to it for awhile. Yet I immediately realized it was the perfect P.S. to yesterday's post. So here ya have it...Let the Waters Rise by Mikeschair.
Click here for the "official" video, as it's pretty awesome. Stellar, actually. It's definitely the bestest. But the one below will do the trick, too.
P.S. I'm not a sucker for the keeping up with the latest technological awesomeness, but now that someone has decided they needed to get me an iPhone, I'm pretty sure I'm hooked. So thank you! For the phone and for the new addiction. Know of any support groups anyone???
Thursday, February 23, 2012
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
I'm Not Arnold.
I did not give you a warning. No heads up. A sneak peak into my constantly moving world was never once issued. An "I'll be back" never murmured. Because, as the title states, Arnold Schwarzenegger I am not (yet I apparently have a fondness for Yoda impersonations). The blog lull has just kinda happened. Life has been wonderfully full and my inclination to try and keep up with everything left a very small window for this particular window into the world of Becky B...and I'm OK with that. Because sometimes, that's just how it is. The end.
In the midst of all of the special times I've been having these days...times with my kids, my family, my friends and my Jesus...I find that I'm rather taken aback by some things as well. I'm taken aback at how God chooses to show up when we least expect it. At how He really does know what He's doing. At how perfect His ways are when we are finally smart enough to surrender all of our own stupidity and let Him unfold His best for our lives.
I've been standing back and just watching. Listening. Seeing. God has been the author of so many dialogues with my loved ones...some of these loved ones are new arrivals and some of them not so much. But regardless, these God-scripted dialogues have conjured up many different emotions within me. Hurt and sadness. Joy and hope. Ache. Healing. Pity. Excitement. I've watched people in various stages of the storms of their lives. Some of them just now entering. Some of them have been in that eye for quite some time. Some of them are coming out. Some of them have long since said goodbye to those storms and are simply enjoying the beautiful life that those rain waters have made a reality. I've noticed people embrace various viewpoints on these storms. Some of them buckling up and clinging to Jesus through their humility and faith. Some of them totally turning their back on Him and relying on their own faulty navigation skills. Some of them perhaps even choosing to stay there because somehow they find the turmoil all too familiar and even comforting, not realizing there is calm and safety on the other side even though it will take a lot of work to get there.
It's not my job (or my desire) to dismantle (or decide) all the ins and outs of anyone else's storms, but it captivates me. It intrigues me. It stretches me. It teaches me. And it drives me to my knees. I find myself thanking God for the way He has helped many people, including myself, weather their most recent storms. I find myself pleading on the behalf of those who send me a random S.O.S indicating they are about ready to sail into unknown and tumultuous seas. I find myself asking why people whom have done the work and made Godly choices and are right where God wants them to be are still having to bail water in order to stay afloat. And yes, I must also find myself checking my own spirit...making sure that I'm not sinking into a stagnant place that's all too easy to recognize in everybody else's life, but not my own.
As much as employers and therapists and steering committees and church boards want forward thinkers, God wants them even more. He dares us to face the storm and resolutely declare that we will "be back."
In the latest year and a half of this thing I have referred to as my journey, you've never heard me saying that I'll be back... Once again, for those of you with short term memory loss, I'm not Arnold. And frankly, there were days I even wondered if I really would be back. I sat on the couch with a dear friend the other day, unpacking some details from a day long ago, tears filling my eyes. Some of those tears were because I remembered the pain and the fear that caused my body to give out, my mind to freeze and my spirit to feel completely depleted. Yet many of those tears were actually because it dawned on me that it was over. That season has been closed. Restored. Healed. The storm has passed. New things are in play now...with much more to come. Sure, reminders and even damage from that storm still exist. And yes, the waves will pick up at various points in the future. I get it. But the release that I experienced as I finally admitted the fact that God's promise to bring me out as a stronger, better, more whole and absolutely crazier in love with Jesus person...well, it's happened. And He's taking care of me in ways that I truly NEVER thought I would see. In ways that I never would have guessed, all along using the people and the circumstances that He decided were the best for me because He said so. Never mind if they were predictable, simple or easy situations or relationships...or how badly I could have potentially messed it all up...but His best is His best. And I often have to pinch myself to realize just how quickly and thoroughly He has guided me through all of it.
H - I'm praying for you. Much is unknown. You are scared. Yet I know you are clinging to Jesus and I am so proud of you. You will make it. You are not alone.
L - I know that life doesn't always look the way you wish it would. But you must remember that God has promised you your heart's desires...and they will appear when and how He decided because He loves you just that much!
S - You astonish me. Your resolve, humility, compassion, obedience and ability to look beyond the here and now of the physical realm have touched me deeply. God will continue to be faithful to you on this new leg of your own journey.
D - You've been through more than I could ever imagine. But God is doing a new thing and He will give you back the years that the locusts have taken from you. You will be rewarded and blessed. Not because of anything you've done to earn it, but because God absolutely adores you and is going to take very good care of you. Your dreams are being imagined. You inspire me.
And there's many, many more of you. You are working hard and searching even harder to be in the center of God's will...even if that center is found in the eye of a storm.
On those days that the water bailing never seems to end and the sail rips and the darkness of the sky seems to be never-ending. Remember: You WILL be back. And I do not say that because I was once the governor of California. I say that because I know God is NOT done with you. In fact, He's only just started... And as long as you continue to embrace the things you must do to stay in alignment with Him, you will be absolutely flabbergasted at what the end result will be.
This I know full well, my friends.
My Jesus said so.
In the midst of all of the special times I've been having these days...times with my kids, my family, my friends and my Jesus...I find that I'm rather taken aback by some things as well. I'm taken aback at how God chooses to show up when we least expect it. At how He really does know what He's doing
I've been standing back and just watching. Listening. Seeing. God has been the author of so many dialogues with my loved ones...some of these loved ones are new arrivals and some of them not so much. But regardless, these God-scripted dialogues have conjured up many different emotions within me. Hurt and sadness. Joy and hope. Ache. Healing. Pity. Excitement. I've watched people in various stages of the storms of their lives. Some of them just now entering. Some of them have been in that eye for quite some time. Some of them are coming out. Some of them have long since said goodbye to those storms and are simply enjoying the beautiful life that those rain waters have made a reality. I've noticed people embrace various viewpoints on these storms. Some of them buckling up and clinging to Jesus through their humility and faith. Some of them totally turning their back on Him and relying on their own faulty navigation skills. Some of them perhaps even choosing to stay there because somehow they find the turmoil all too familiar and even comforting, not realizing there is calm and safety on the other side even though it will take a lot of work to get there.
It's not my job (or my desire) to dismantle (or decide) all the ins and outs of anyone else's storms, but it captivates me. It intrigues me. It stretches me. It teaches me. And it drives me to my knees. I find myself thanking God for the way He has helped many people, including myself, weather their most recent storms. I find myself pleading on the behalf of those who send me a random S.O.S indicating they are about ready to sail into unknown and tumultuous seas. I find myself asking why people whom have done the work and made Godly choices and are right where God wants them to be are still having to bail water in order to stay afloat. And yes, I must also find myself checking my own spirit...making sure that I'm not sinking into a stagnant place that's all too easy to recognize in everybody else's life, but not my own.
As much as employers and therapists and steering committees and church boards want forward thinkers, God wants them even more. He dares us to face the storm and resolutely declare that we will "be back."
In the latest year and a half of this thing I have referred to as my journey, you've never heard me saying that I'll be back... Once again, for those of you with short term memory loss, I'm not Arnold. And frankly, there were days I even wondered if I really would be back. I sat on the couch with a dear friend the other day, unpacking some details from a day long ago, tears filling my eyes. Some of those tears were because I remembered the pain and the fear that caused my body to give out, my mind to freeze and my spirit to feel completely depleted. Yet many of those tears were actually because it dawned on me that it was over. That season has been closed. Restored. Healed. The storm has passed. New things are in play now...with much more to come. Sure, reminders and even damage from that storm still exist. And yes, the waves will pick up at various points in the future. I get it. But the release that I experienced as I finally admitted the fact that God's promise to bring me out as a stronger, better, more whole and absolutely crazier in love with Jesus person...well, it's happened. And He's taking care of me in ways that I truly NEVER thought I would see. In ways that I never would have guessed, all along using the people and the circumstances that He decided were the best for me because He said so. Never mind if they were predictable, simple or easy situations or relationships...or how badly I could have potentially messed it all up...but His best is His best. And I often have to pinch myself to realize just how quickly and thoroughly He has guided me through all of it.
H - I'm praying for you. Much is unknown. You are scared. Yet I know you are clinging to Jesus and I am so proud of you. You will make it. You are not alone.
L - I know that life doesn't always look the way you wish it would. But you must remember that God has promised you your heart's desires...and they will appear when and how He decided because He loves you just that much!
S - You astonish me. Your resolve, humility, compassion, obedience and ability to look beyond the here and now of the physical realm have touched me deeply. God will continue to be faithful to you on this new leg of your own journey.
D - You've been through more than I could ever imagine. But God is doing a new thing and He will give you back the years that the locusts have taken from you. You will be rewarded and blessed. Not because of anything you've done to earn it, but because God absolutely adores you and is going to take very good care of you. Your dreams are being imagined. You inspire me.
And there's many, many more of you. You are working hard and searching even harder to be in the center of God's will...even if that center is found in the eye of a storm.
On those days that the water bailing never seems to end and the sail rips and the darkness of the sky seems to be never-ending. Remember: You WILL be back. And I do not say that because I was once the governor of California. I say that because I know God is NOT done with you. In fact, He's only just started... And as long as you continue to embrace the things you must do to stay in alignment with Him, you will be absolutely flabbergasted at what the end result will be.
This I know full well, my friends.
My Jesus said so.
Sunday, February 5, 2012
My Thoughts on...the Super Bowl
I know, I know. Becky's Blog. Sports. I understand what you're thinking. And because I understand, it's with the most respect that I say these three words:
Knock it off.
OK, so I have to admit, though I absolutely adore watching sports of all varieties, especially with the right company, if you know me at all you know how lame I am when it comes to recognizing athletes and quoting statistics. I know rules. I know teams. I just don't have the time to do much anything other than enjoy games...so I'll leave the knowledge to those others of you who are wired that way more naturally.
Having said that...it's Super Bowl Sunday, so I think it's a rule that I should have some thoughts.
So here they are. (Don't worry, it won't take long.)
First things first, our household is split on who should win tonight. So that makes it fun. Or not. Depending on how "in your face" my kids choose to become. I'll let you know how that works out. The kids wanted to know who I was cheering for. As any good (and un-opinionated) mother would respond, I told them I hadn't decided yet. Hudson didn't accept that.
"Mom, that's not fair! You know you're just going to decide in the last 3 minutes of the game to make sure that you choose the team that wins!"
Busted.
Secondly, I am rather excited about the fact that my friend is bringing over her amazing white chicken chili. I made my sweet "kid friendly" chili, which is all well and good, but her chili is a show stopper. And a nose runner. Eating chili on Super Bowl Sunday just makes me laugh, though. The church where I served as worship leader when I was in college always had a chili cook off on Super Bowl Sunday. It was highly competitive and yielded quite a few pleased palates. Unfortunately, that is not my primary memory when I think of those days. Nope. Not at all. My memory is the statement that was on the newly installed electronic sign out front:
"Come join us for our Super Bowel chili cook-off!
Super Bowel. Chili. I know...I'm immature. But that's just funny. We had some good laughs in staff meeting about that one!
Third, I feel it is critical that you be made aware of the following: If you happen to be watching the game and see a guy on the sidelines looking all official and what-not with a sign around his neck that reads "Hey, Beck...you rock!" (which you will NOT see, because that would just be silly and he could potentially lose his job...but just in case), I am that Beck. It's true. And I clearly have no problem living vicariously through the slightly more exciting life of my friend. Though, truth be told, I've heard the traffic is a pain, so my living room will be quite sufficient for me. Plus I get to eat really yummy chili...so I'm pretty sure he's the one that should be jealous.
And lastly...though this post is downright ridiculous, I can't not direct your hearts toward a prayer for a rather horrific side of today. The side that takes the opportunity to enjoy a good game, experience memorable moments and have an overall fabulous time and turns it into an opportunity to traffic girls for sex. It makes me ill. To my core. I've never been trafficked. Nor have I ever been a slave. Sure, I've experienced my own deep scars from situations that I would have preferred never unfolded in my life...and there is a very tiny part of me that can relate to some of the emotions of being used and taken advantage of...but only enough to really be passionate about praying against this industry. Not to the point of understanding how these girls feel. I will never minimize their horror by claiming to be able to understand what it's like. I will, however, ask you to join me in praying for these girls as this weekend draws to a close. Pray for safety against what could happen. Pray for healing in light of what has already happened. And click here to take a look at just one of the many articles that could aid you in directing your prayers.
So, those are my thoughts. I'm certainly not obsessed, but I anticipate good times today as we hang with good friends, eat good food, enjoy the fun of the game (and maybe a few sideline pictures) and pray for those who aren't able to do the same.
But be forewarned, do not visit my blog if you expect any post-game thoughts on anything other than food or my children's competitive sides. Not gonna happen...(insert smiley face here).
Knock it off.
OK, so I have to admit, though I absolutely adore watching sports of all varieties, especially with the right company, if you know me at all you know how lame I am when it comes to recognizing athletes and quoting statistics. I know rules. I know teams. I just don't have the time to do much anything other than enjoy games...so I'll leave the knowledge to those others of you who are wired that way more naturally.
Having said that...it's Super Bowl Sunday, so I think it's a rule that I should have some thoughts.
So here they are. (Don't worry, it won't take long.)
First things first, our household is split on who should win tonight. So that makes it fun. Or not. Depending on how "in your face" my kids choose to become. I'll let you know how that works out. The kids wanted to know who I was cheering for. As any good (and un-opinionated) mother would respond, I told them I hadn't decided yet. Hudson didn't accept that.
"Mom, that's not fair! You know you're just going to decide in the last 3 minutes of the game to make sure that you choose the team that wins!"
Busted.
Secondly, I am rather excited about the fact that my friend is bringing over her amazing white chicken chili. I made my sweet "kid friendly" chili, which is all well and good, but her chili is a show stopper. And a nose runner. Eating chili on Super Bowl Sunday just makes me laugh, though. The church where I served as worship leader when I was in college always had a chili cook off on Super Bowl Sunday. It was highly competitive and yielded quite a few pleased palates. Unfortunately, that is not my primary memory when I think of those days. Nope. Not at all. My memory is the statement that was on the newly installed electronic sign out front:
"Come join us for our Super Bowel chili cook-off!
Super Bowel. Chili. I know...I'm immature. But that's just funny. We had some good laughs in staff meeting about that one!
Third, I feel it is critical that you be made aware of the following: If you happen to be watching the game and see a guy on the sidelines looking all official and what-not with a sign around his neck that reads "Hey, Beck...you rock!" (which you will NOT see, because that would just be silly and he could potentially lose his job...but just in case), I am that Beck. It's true. And I clearly have no problem living vicariously through the slightly more exciting life of my friend. Though, truth be told, I've heard the traffic is a pain, so my living room will be quite sufficient for me. Plus I get to eat really yummy chili...so I'm pretty sure he's the one that should be jealous.
And lastly...though this post is downright ridiculous, I can't not direct your hearts toward a prayer for a rather horrific side of today. The side that takes the opportunity to enjoy a good game, experience memorable moments and have an overall fabulous time and turns it into an opportunity to traffic girls for sex. It makes me ill. To my core. I've never been trafficked. Nor have I ever been a slave. Sure, I've experienced my own deep scars from situations that I would have preferred never unfolded in my life...and there is a very tiny part of me that can relate to some of the emotions of being used and taken advantage of...but only enough to really be passionate about praying against this industry. Not to the point of understanding how these girls feel. I will never minimize their horror by claiming to be able to understand what it's like. I will, however, ask you to join me in praying for these girls as this weekend draws to a close. Pray for safety against what could happen. Pray for healing in light of what has already happened. And click here to take a look at just one of the many articles that could aid you in directing your prayers.
So, those are my thoughts. I'm certainly not obsessed, but I anticipate good times today as we hang with good friends, eat good food, enjoy the fun of the game (and maybe a few sideline pictures) and pray for those who aren't able to do the same.
But be forewarned, do not visit my blog if you expect any post-game thoughts on anything other than food or my children's competitive sides. Not gonna happen...(insert smiley face here).
Friday, February 3, 2012
Seasons of Stupid
(This post is brought to you by a two hour delay called after I was already downing my second cup of coffee. After I was already completely dressed and in "awake" mode. After my 3 daughters were already awake. But hey, at least the little man is still sleeping and we can have a laid back morning. Right? Right. At least that's what I'm trying to cling to...it seems way more mature that being annoyed by the fact that I didn't know about the delay before I started rubbing the sleep out of my eyes.)
In my 30-something years of life, I've gone through what I refer to as Seasons of Stupid. Times in my life where, as intelligent as I am, I've acted completely stupid. I've either made stupid decisions, have reacted stupidly to other people's decisions or have been stupid enough to fight what God was trying to show me/teach me/do for me. And that never ends well. Trust me.
Seasons of Stupid can end one of two ways...with me growing wiser in the long-run or with me being the poster child of the playground chant line "girls go to Jupiter to get more stupider." Except I've never actually been to Jupiter...so I would have to insert a different location, but I think you get the point. And in case you don't, I'll break it down for you: I can either learn or not learn. I can either become a better person or not. I can either live forward with complete freedom, having experienced God's grace, or I can live in the past where bitterness and bondage control and increased numbers of Seasons of Stupid will surely evolve. Sounds delightful, does it not? That was sarcastic, FYI.
"If you need wisdom..." Don't we all at some point in time? Isn't it OK to admit that? Yes. And yes.
"Ask our generous God..." We have to ask Him. Seems silly to point that out, except I am acutely aware that asking God for wisdom means opening ourselves up to the reality that His perspective may be different than ours. So He needs to know that we're willing to step into that...and He will never force Himself on us.
"And He will give it to you..." It's one of those things that we already know the answer to. If we ask God for wisdom, He always gives it. The end. Case closed. It's gonna happen.
"He will not rebuke you for asking..." He's never, ever going to judge us for asking for more wisdom. Again, may seem silly to point it out, but I do think that sometimes we try to water down our prayers in an effort to not come across so needy. He's not going to resent us for asking for help. And He knows us inside and out, so it's not like we can hide anything from Him anyway.
We all go through Seasons of Stupid in various shapes and sizes, large and small, when we're young and when we're not so young. We've all been impacted by others' Seasons of Stupid of the same types of varieties...sometimes they violate the very core of how we see ourselves, and sometimes they (thankfully) remain at arms length. God can take those seasons and use them to refine us. To teach us. And yes, even to bless us. He's very good at taking the hand that we've dealt Him and doing amazing things with it...above and beyond our imagination and comprehension. He's also a gentleman, and if we refuse to unclench our fists which grasp ever so tightly to our "crud," He will simply wait. He won't pry our fingers open. He will wait for us to loosen our hold, and to eventually hand it over to Him. He knows full well that the longer that process takes, the more difficult it becomes and the more damage it creates. And I do believe He will step in at times, as He sees fit. But it seems as though He would much rather we do it His way willingly.
Perhaps you are like me. You look back at Seasons of Stupid, whether yours or someone else's, and cringe. You mourn. You shrink. You fear. And if you are like me in that, I want to encourage you to add another verb to that list: believe. Believe that God will turn your ashes into beauty. Believe that God adores and cherishes you. Believe that He has plans to prosper you, not to harm you. Believe that you are defined not by what you've done or what others have done, but Who has created you.
Perhaps you are like me in a different way: You crave wisdom in the way that you crave water after running a marathon in 90 degree temps. As if your very life depends on it. If you are like me in that way, I want to encourage you to ask. With boldness and assurance and hope. He will give it to you generously!
I find it interesting that later on in James chapter 5 we read verses which contain promises of blessings for those who weather tough stuff. We read verses which point out the fact that all good and perfect gifts are from our Heavenly Father. We read this statement, which I love...
That's how He views us...as His prized possession. No Season of Stupid will ever change that. Likewise, no admittance that we need His help will ever change that.
You and I are the prize possession of the Creator of the Universe. Go ahead...sink your teeth into that one. Live vicariously through my two hour delay and take some extra time to let that roll around in your brain for awhile. And then live out today like you believe it...because no situation, no person, no season and no amount of stupidity can take that away. God will deal with anything that tries to come between us and that truth. But that's His job. Our job is to live forward with great hope and belief as we ask Him for the wisdom that we so desperately need, to take delight in the way that He answers that request and then choose to live according to the wisdom He grants us.
And though I complain, having some extra time to process this verse this morning was way better than having a few extra minutes of shut eye. Bring on coffee refill number three...
In my 30-something years of life, I've gone through what I refer to as Seasons of Stupid. Times in my life where, as intelligent as I am, I've acted completely stupid. I've either made stupid decisions, have reacted stupidly to other people's decisions or have been stupid enough to fight what God was trying to show me/teach me/do for me. And that never ends well. Trust me.
Seasons of Stupid can end one of two ways...with me growing wiser in the long-run or with me being the poster child of the playground chant line "girls go to Jupiter to get more stupider." Except I've never actually been to Jupiter...so I would have to insert a different location, but I think you get the point. And in case you don't, I'll break it down for you: I can either learn or not learn. I can either become a better person or not. I can either live forward with complete freedom, having experienced God's grace, or I can live in the past where bitterness and bondage control and increased numbers of Seasons of Stupid will surely evolve. Sounds delightful, does it not? That was sarcastic, FYI.
"If you need wisdom, ask our generous God, and he will give it to you. He will not rebuke you for asking." James 1:5 (NLT)
"If you need wisdom..." Don't we all at some point in time? Isn't it OK to admit that? Yes. And yes.
"Ask our generous God..." We have to ask Him. Seems silly to point that out, except I am acutely aware that asking God for wisdom means opening ourselves up to the reality that His perspective may be different than ours. So He needs to know that we're willing to step into that...and He will never force Himself on us.
"And He will give it to you..." It's one of those things that we already know the answer to. If we ask God for wisdom, He always gives it. The end. Case closed. It's gonna happen.
"He will not rebuke you for asking..." He's never, ever going to judge us for asking for more wisdom. Again, may seem silly to point it out, but I do think that sometimes we try to water down our prayers in an effort to not come across so needy. He's not going to resent us for asking for help. And He knows us inside and out, so it's not like we can hide anything from Him anyway.
We all go through Seasons of Stupid in various shapes and sizes, large and small, when we're young and when we're not so young. We've all been impacted by others' Seasons of Stupid of the same types of varieties...sometimes they violate the very core of how we see ourselves, and sometimes they (thankfully) remain at arms length. God can take those seasons and use them to refine us. To teach us. And yes, even to bless us. He's very good at taking the hand that we've dealt Him and doing amazing things with it...above and beyond our imagination and comprehension. He's also a gentleman, and if we refuse to unclench our fists which grasp ever so tightly to our "crud," He will simply wait. He won't pry our fingers open. He will wait for us to loosen our hold, and to eventually hand it over to Him. He knows full well that the longer that process takes, the more difficult it becomes and the more damage it creates. And I do believe He will step in at times, as He sees fit. But it seems as though He would much rather we do it His way willingly.
Perhaps you are like me. You look back at Seasons of Stupid, whether yours or someone else's, and cringe. You mourn. You shrink. You fear. And if you are like me in that, I want to encourage you to add another verb to that list: believe. Believe that God will turn your ashes into beauty. Believe that God adores and cherishes you. Believe that He has plans to prosper you, not to harm you. Believe that you are defined not by what you've done or what others have done, but Who has created you.
Perhaps you are like me in a different way: You crave wisdom in the way that you crave water after running a marathon in 90 degree temps. As if your very life depends on it. If you are like me in that way, I want to encourage you to ask. With boldness and assurance and hope. He will give it to you generously!
I find it interesting that later on in James chapter 5 we read verses which contain promises of blessings for those who weather tough stuff. We read verses which point out the fact that all good and perfect gifts are from our Heavenly Father. We read this statement, which I love...
"And we, out of all creation, became his prized possession."
That's how He views us...as His prized possession. No Season of Stupid will ever change that. Likewise, no admittance that we need His help will ever change that.
You and I are the prize possession of the Creator of the Universe. Go ahead...sink your teeth into that one. Live vicariously through my two hour delay and take some extra time to let that roll around in your brain for awhile. And then live out today like you believe it...because no situation, no person, no season and no amount of stupidity can take that away. God will deal with anything that tries to come between us and that truth. But that's His job. Our job is to live forward with great hope and belief as we ask Him for the wisdom that we so desperately need, to take delight in the way that He answers that request and then choose to live according to the wisdom He grants us.
And though I complain, having some extra time to process this verse this morning was way better than having a few extra minutes of shut eye. Bring on coffee refill number three...
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