This week when I helped during after school time at the transitional housing home, I had to have a supervisor’s help with both kids I was paired with. I didn’t seem to be able to get their attention, keep them on track, or maintain control. I tried to keep loving on them while setting boundaries, but it didn’t seem to be working today.
When I can’t…seem to write like I want to and should.
A coworker asked at our beginning-of-the-semester community college writing center staff meeting on Friday if I’d gotten lots of writing done over Christmas break—my stated goal to him at the end of the fall semester—and I had to say, “No.” Some significant plot points and adjustments happened through some great brainstorming sessions with my sister and a critique partner, but I’m not where I’d hoped to be at this point in terms of adding to my word count.
When I can’t…make wrongs of the past right
Jennifer Major posted yesterday of the 150th anniversary of the beginning of Kit Carson’s campaign that led to the Navajo Long Walk. The other night, I watched The Great Debaters, a gift from another critique partner, and was shaken by the horrific historical reality of lynching. Sometimes the hurt done by people of my ethnicity on others—who knows, maybe even by some of my ancestors—boggles my mind, and it seems I can’t do anything about it. The Lord took me to Isaiah 53 then, His bearing of both our sins and our griefs. He’s the only One who can handle it all, I guess.
When I can’t…seem to stop feeling grumpy and like crying.
Maybe it’s missing my sister who has gone back to college after Christmas break—maybe it’s my own selfishness and insisting on my own way—maybe it’s, ahem, the time of the month. But I hope I get over it soon!
When I can’t…figure out what path God has for my life.
‘Nuff said. 🙂
I need to remember that He can.
And He has said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for power is perfected in weakness.” Most gladly, therefore, I will rather boast about my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may dwell in me. Therefore I am well content with weaknesses, with insults, with distresses, with persecutions, with difficulties, for Christ’s sake; for when I am weak, then I am strong.” ~II Corinthians 12:9-10