This (our church's) study on Acts has me in a perpetual state of deep contemplation. I even bought a People magazine the other night, in the vain hopes of shoving my brain into neutral. (It was telling how sensitive to things we become when we are away from them for awhile. I clutched my pearls with nearly each page turn. :) And it didn't work either. Luckily our ladies' study of Ruth has been a sweet refuge from the intensity of that first church, which I am thankful for-don't get me wrong. Intense, though. Bless you, Ruth. I love you so...)
It seems that once you start to study something, you find in everyday life nearly everything correlates in some way. At least I do. I think that's why I am so exhausted with all of this at the moment. Everything leads me back to Acts. This coming from me, the person who knows no balance, no restraint. It's no wonder I wear myself out. I can't pace my brain.
That said, I read this article this morning, and it was a balm for that tired brain. My brain, that is. It reminded me that even in the most fundamental, most important thing about me-the very reason I'm left on this planet, there is grace. I ignore that so many times. I barge on, full steam ahead and then collapse into a heap of exhausted failure. When I fully realize that I can't do any of this in my own power, that will be a good day indeed. I remember that and forget that several times a day. Keep working, Lord. Please.
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