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In Which the World Changes

Did I do the right thing?  Well, it's done now!  I've spent a lot of my time agonizing over this decision.  Three AM feedings are great for praying!!  I wanted so much to slam the door in their faces on my way out.  I wanted a safety net to step into.  I look back over everything that transpired since I was initially put on bed rest, 12/31/2010, and I know without a doubt that I was treated unfairly and yes, discriminated against.  Unfortunately I can't prove it.  But even if I could, I no longer have the heart to put up a fight.  God has softened me and reminded me that He will give me the justice that they will not.  He has reminded me that He is my safety net; our Provider.  


Therefore I tell you, do not be anxious about your life, what you will eat or what you will drink, nor about your body, what you will put on.  Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothing? Look at the birds of the air: they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them.  Are you not of more value than they? And which of you by being anxious can add a single hour to his span of life? ~ Matthew 6: 25-27
 So now this day is about being faithful; listening to God and diligently seeking His kingdom.  I'm not worried.  In fact, now that it's done I feel a tremendous sense of peace.  I cannot give in to doubt.  


In Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade, Indiana is standing at a large cavern.  He must make a leap of faith to get to the other side where the Holy Grail awaits him.  I've often wondered why he doesn't take a stone or a handful of dirt and throw it out in the expanse.  If he did, he would see sooner that there is a bridge, painted as an optical illusion.  But he doesn't.  Not until after he has taken a step and realized that he's not about to fall to his death.  That is the decision I made this weekend: to take the step without knowing how He'll get me across to the other side.     

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