Is life overwhelming you today? Needing some peace and quiet, or maybe a few moments to relax in the sun?
I know how you feel. Many days, especially when I was raising my sons, I felt like I was running on a treadmill. The speed kept increasing and I couldn’t slow it down.
But, you can find some peace amidst the stress.
While you’re standing in the grocery line or sitting in the school pick up line, briefly close your eyes and pray these words, “Dear Lord Jesus, help me focus on your face and your grace. I do not have the strength or the capacity to accomplish all I have on my plate, but with your strength and your provision, I can. Help me, Jesus.”
Open your eyes, take a deep breath, and in your mind and spirit, receive His peace and assistance.
Here’s a Scripture verse I find helpful:
“So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.” Isaiah 41:10
I hope this helps you. It did me. And, I’ll tell you something else that helps–become a master in delegation 🙂
May God bless you today and every day,
Here at The Boot, we’re always encouraging you to Build On Old Truths. So, let’s get started with another edition of for the Weekly Walk with Ginny.
Talking a walk is healthy, and it’s proven. God made us to move and walking is as natural as breathing. No one had to teach you unless you’ve had something happen to make it difficult.
Getting outside is also healthy and the open spaces help free your mind and allow a wonderful opportunity to pray and talk to God.
This week I’m encouraging you to ask God to help you forgive. You probably have someone who’s hurt you, let you down, or left you bruised and angry.
As Christians, we are to forgive and…it is hard. I can’t do it without God’s help. Maybe that’s true for you, too.
So, today get outside and talk a walk for at least 20 minutes. And, pray for God to give you the strength to forgive that person. Give all the anger and hurt to God and let him lift it away.
I bought my first boots when I was in high school. They were the most uncomfortable shoes I ever owned, but I still wore them. They reflected me–a cowgirl at heart.
Mama and Daddy surprised me with a new pair of cowboy boots on Christmas 1980. The very next day I wore them as I traveled with friends from Mississippi State to see our team play in the Sun Bowl in El Paso, TX. They might have sneaked over the border into Mexico, too.
Those boots lasted until I graduated from physical therapy school at the University of Florida. Cowboy boots stood out in Gainesville. It’s sort of a flip-flop town. Liberal then and now.
Over the next decade or so, I tried on different personas and left my cowboy boot identity behind. But in 2008, when God called me to begin writing, I went shopping for a new pair of cowboy boots. That’s them in the picture.
They’re beautiful, aren’t they? I get compliments on them everywhere I wear them.
So, it seemed appropriate to name my blog, The Boot.
o = on
o = old
t = truths
’cause that’s what I’ll be blogging and writing about. God’s ways, the old ways, are the best ones to build a life and a family legacy on. Trust me on this.
If you’re a boot person, I hope you’ll join me. If you’re not, but you wish you were, then become a member of the community. There are plenty of “cowgirl wannabes” scattered in the cities and suburbia, where we dream of open plains, rugged men, and horses.
Follow and share your cowboy boot pictures.