I painted this evening in the living room. Even though the AC is turned down, my head still gets hot when I work (physical labor). So I took off my hat. The front door was open to let more light in and curtains are down from the big windows. After a while I wondered if any of the neighbors or passersby saw my bald head. Oh well. I realized I didn’t really care. A girl should be able to be bald in her own house.
The peach fuzz on my head is getting longer… maybe it’s not fuzz… but hair! It’s so odd. I still can’t even tell what color it is… it’s very thin and fine. It looks kinda curly, but when I put lotion on my head (as I always do because it itches if I don’t) the hair stands straight up! It’s hilarious.
Purpose
I received in an e-mail recently from my “breast cancer friend in Pawley’s Island,” Pam… which contained this wonderful passage that I want to remember. It’s from the book Victorious Christian Living by Alan Redpath, sharing his insight on God’s master plan for our lives:
“There is nothing—no circumstance, no trouble, no testing—that can ever touch me until, first of all, it has gone past God and past Christ, right through to me. If it has come that far, it has come with great purpose, which I may not understand at the moment; but as I refuse to become panicky, as I lift my eyes up to Him and accept it as coming from the throne of God for some great purpose of blessing to my own heart, no sorrow will ever disturb me, no trial will ever disarm me, no circumstance will cause me to fret, for I shall rest in the joy of what my Lord is.”
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