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the Trenches of God's Grace

So much to say and yet nothing to say.  I sit down and try to write more than a paragraph about anything and I start an entirely new post on something else that comes to mind.  So, in effort to include a bit of all these musings, I am going to try another approach:
Lessons from the Trenches of God's Grace:
*I am realizing that the magnitude of our understanding of God's greatness is proportionate to our own contact and experience with suffering and pain.
*I am realizing that there is a melody of peace that God sings faithfully beneath my songs of anxiety, stress, and worry.  The opportunity to harmonize is always there. 
*I am realizing that no level of education, insight, understanding, theorizing, or even theology will prepare you to come face to face with the pain of others and swim in its murky waters.
*I am realizing that every step in life is the piece of a puzzle that prepares you to connect to the next.  Life is not about achieving success but building a story that was meant for you alone before time. 
*I am realizing that a small dose of encouragement or positive reinforcement can go a long way.
*I am realizing maintaining a realistic, balanced, and unbiased view of every youth I work with goes a long way.  Too much pain comes to us both when I am trusting too much or too little.
*I am realizing you can't take personally the symptoms of someone else's wounds and deep pain.  To keep your heart soft, the trick is learning to identify what is a symptom when its flying at you and what is not.
*I am realizing there is so much you cannot see or understand without taking a step back, 3 deep breaths, and a silent prayer.
*I am realizing in my weakness, He is strong.

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  1. Beautiful, Betsy. I am always encouraged by what the Lord is doing in and through you.

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