When You Can't See Through The Fog

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I've got a million things to do today...and not enough time to get it all done.

It's very foggy this morning--like pea soup, foggy. There is sun on the other side of the fog. I see it peeking through in spots.

It reminds me of life.

Sometimes things can look "foggy".  I wonder how in the world everything is going to work out? It's difficult to see into the future. But, then the SON peeks through the fog...and things start to take shape. This is not to say that everything works out perfectly, at least not by my standards. At least not by what I know. I don't (can't) always see the big picture. I can only see what is right in front of my face.

That is where trust comes in.

Sometimes, that is all I have to give.

Trust.

And really, that is all I need.

Trust in the LORD with all your heart
   and lean not on your own understanding;
 in all your ways submit to him,
   and he will direct your paths.  Proverbs 3:5-6  NIV

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*beautiful sun through the fog

*another fresh, new week

*quiet, early morning

*reading the Father's Day cards that the kids gave

*a happy heart

*a cold glass of iced tea

*anticipation

*opportunity

*freshly cut hair, doesn't it always feel and look better?

***************

How are you blessed?

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When You Can't See Through The Fog

[caption id="" align="alignright" width="159" caption="Image by BrendonPG via Flickr"][/caption]

I've got a million things to do today...and not enough time to get it all done.

It's very foggy this morning--like pea soup, foggy. There is sun on the other side of the fog. I see it peeking through in spots.

It reminds me of life.

Sometimes things can look "foggy".  I wonder how in the world everything is going to work out? It's difficult to see into the future. But, then the SON peeks through the fog...and things start to take shape. This is not to say that everything works out perfectly, at least not by my standards. At least not by what I know. I don't (can't) always see the big picture. I can only see what is right in front of my face.

That is where trust comes in.

Sometimes, that is all I have to give.

Trust.

And really, that is all I need.

Trust in the LORD with all your heart
   and lean not on your own understanding;
 in all your ways submit to him,
   and he will direct your paths.  Proverbs 3:5-6  NIV

*****************

*beautiful sun through the fog

*another fresh, new week

*quiet, early morning

*reading the Father's Day cards that the kids gave

*a happy heart

*a cold glass of iced tea

*anticipation

*opportunity

*freshly cut hair, doesn't it always feel and look better?

***************

How are you blessed?

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My Father's Day Gift

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Today at Faith Barista we are talking about Father's Day.

Bonnie told us to write on the topic

however we chose, just keep it real.

So that is what I am doing....


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Some of us had difficult relationships with our fathers

When we weren't "daddy's little girl"

When words were said

and feelings hurt.

And although he was there,

he wasn't. Not really.

For times he chose others over my sister and me.

Maybe we just didn't understand each other.

And yet...

I am thankful for the years he provided for his family

and gave routine and predictability to the day.

I do have good memories too.

I wish there had been more.

I wish he had chosen to live.

To see me... and my sister.

To see his grandchildren.

To know and understand that

Fatherhood is important.

I could choose to burden myself with the "Why?" questions

but, the answers would echo cold

in the void, left behind.

Instead, I have chosen forgiveness

As much for me as for him.

To forgive him,

even now, years gone

is my Father's Day gift

to him

and to myself.

R.I.P

Dad.

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My Father's Day Gift

[caption id="" align="alignright" width="240" caption="Image by alex drennan via Flickr"][/caption]

Today at Faith Barista we are talking about Father's Day.

Bonnie told us to write on the topic

however we chose, just keep it real.

So that is what I am doing....


*****************

Some of us had difficult relationships with our fathers

When we weren't "daddy's little girl"

When words were said

and feelings hurt.

And although he was there,

he wasn't. Not really.

For times he chose others over my sister and me.

Maybe we just didn't understand each other.

And yet...

I am thankful for the years he provided for his family

and gave routine and predictability to the day.

I do have good memories too.

I wish there had been more.

I wish he had chosen to live.

To see me... and my sister.

To see his grandchildren.

To know and understand that

Fatherhood is important.

I could choose to burden myself with the "Why?" questions

but, the answers would echo cold

in the void, left behind.

Instead, I have chosen forgiveness

As much for me as for him.

To forgive him,

even now, years gone

is my Father's Day gift

to him

and to myself.

R.I.P

Dad.

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• Daddy Knows Best, What I've Learned From My Father (hellobeautiful.com)


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