Redefinir Senha
Link para redefinir a senha enviado
| Blogs > RiverMercy > Dwell |
|
Can't Stop Crying Can I go home now? I am exhausted! And I want to go home. I've been working in California for two months and away from my home in Texas. But I'd only moved to Texas about six weeks before the call came in to work on this project. It seems like the days are dragging on, I have about two weeks to go. I know, I can hear the whine in my writing. It's been weeks of non-stop work, my usually up beat and cheerful self is a little quiet these days. I'd like to write something interesting but, again, it's just quiet. So, I'm asking all of you, would you mind posting any good stuff, songs, encouragement, stories of your own times of transition or scripture here? OK...now the tears are flowing. What I miss about home most is having the quiet time away from the activity, a place where I can go to physically rest. I'm staying with friends and I am treated so very well, God has provided such tender loving care for me. But today I can't stop crying. The funny part is that life is so new to me there I don't have a clue what's ahead. But because I know that He led me there, I'm not worried. I have had the best time with my friends and family here. They'd like me to stay a little longer after my project finishes...but I'm done here. At least done for now. I can't seem to make myself feel happy today, even as I recount all of the blessings. I know God is good, and I know He is with me here, but the tears are here too. Oh well...thanks for leaving a smile if you can. Blessings-- RiverMercy |
||||
|
Let the tears flow for the Lord saves them in a bottle, He is with you & shares your joys concerns & sorrows. 
| |||
|
You are loved! 
| |||
15/6/2006 7:44 pm |
I have been 'homesick' myself and know how it feels. Know that God knows! He is forever with you and like Priscilla says He is the comforter of our soul. Here is a great big hug and smile for you. [size 6((((hug))) (((smile))) Elizabeth
| |||
15/6/2006 7:46 pm |
(((hugs))) (((smile))) Elizabeth
| |||
15/6/2006 7:54 pm |
 Smile... God and we all love you!!!
| |||
|
Maybe the project pressure (the non-stop work) in California that make you feel depressed and longing your quite time in Texas. Well at least you have friends and families in California so you are not alone in there. Enjoy your time with them while you can, k? Like Angeni said SMILE God loves you always!
| |||
15/6/2006 8:36 pm |
It sounds to me like your on overload lady. I have been there and I bet most everyone else has as well. You are in my prayers and if you need a friendly voice, just let me know. Now I am off to see what sort of silly things I can find to help you smile. Be blessed sweet lady, you will be putting down roots in a home of your own soon.
| |||
15/6/2006 8:39 pm |
Walking in new "skin" is so hard,sister you are treasure. God has you right ware he NEEDS YOU right now. only for a season,friend. And he holds each tear precious. Blessing on you,Honest Your sister in Christ Jenn
| |||
15/6/2006 8:42 pm |
Well you asked for something nice to pick up your spirits, so here is something I received in my e-mail today. It touched me and I hope it helps you. Be blessed always, River you are loved by so many. ___________________________________________________________________ The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn't already know. I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder. I turned around to find a wrinkled little old lady beaming up at me with a smile that lit up her entire being. She said, "Hi handsome. My name is Rose. I'm eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug?" I laughed and enthusiastically responded, "Of course you may!" and she gave me a giant squeeze. "Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?" I asked. She jokingly replied, "I'm here to meet a rich husband, get married, and have a couple of kids..." "No seriously," I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age. "I always dreamed of having a college education and now I'm getting one!" she told me. After class we walked to the student union building and shared a chocolate milkshake. We became instant friends. Every day for the next three months we would leave class together and talk nonstop. I was always mesmerized listening to this "time machine" as she shared her wisdom and experience with me. Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily made friends wherever she went. She loved to dress up and she reveled in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was living it up. At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football banquet. I'll never forget what she taught us. She was introduced and stepped up to the podium. As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her three by five cards on the floor. Frustrated and a little embarrassed she leaned into the microphone and simply said, "I'm sorry I'm so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and this whiskey is killing me! I'll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell you what I know." As we laughed she cleared her throat and began, "We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop playing. There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy and achieving success. You have to laugh and find humor every day. You've got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die. We have so many people walking around who are dead and don't even know it! There is a huge difference between growing older and growing up. If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don't do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old. If I am eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything I will turn eighty-eight! Anybody can grow older. That doesn't take any talent or ability. The deal is to grow up by always finding opportunity in change. Have no regrets. The elderly usually don't have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those with regrets." She concluded her speech by courageously singing "The Rose." She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily lives. At the year's end Rose finished the college degree she had begun all those years ago. One week after graduation Rose died peacefully in her sleep. Over two thousand college students attended her funeral in tribute to the wonderful woman who taught by example that it's never too late to be all you can possibly be. REMEMBER, GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY. GROWING UP IS OPTIONAL. We make a Living by what we get. We make a Life by what we give. God promises a safe landing, not a calm passage. If God brings you to it, He will bring you through it. "Good friends are like stars......You don't always see them, but you know they are always there."
| |||
15/6/2006 10:22 pm |
okay sister... transition.. shortly after I came to Christ.I had to learn in a big way God is my provider.. I was without my own place for nearly two and half years. My children lived with their father and I lived as part time "nanny' for room and board, with family, with friends, and went to college.. This is cool if you are 20..but I was 32.. I cried nearly every day.. begged for my own home..to have some kind of life...that didn't involve living someplace that wasn't comfortable or "mine".. you know.. God moved and I'm sitting in my townhouse.. and the same God that kept me warm during the years of learning to "trust" and not hold on to stuff.. is the same God who comforts me here.. and now it really doesn't make a difference where I live because I know God is here too. A really good fix for homesickness is worship.. Praise God.. Psalms 139 is awesome to remember how precious and loved you are and will remind you that God is with you.. hugs
| |||
|
Here is a song to lift your spirits my beloved sister... Put on the garments of praise For the spirit of heaviness Let the oil of gladness flow down From Your throne Put on the garments of praise For the spirit of heaviness Your joy is my strength alone My strength alone Make these broken weary bones Rise to dance again Wet this dry and thirsty land With a river Lord our eyes are fixed on You We are waiting For Your garland of grace As we praise Your name Hallelujah Sing hallelujah To Your name Hallelujah Sing hallelujah We trade our sorrows For garments of praise Be blessed and know you are loved and prayed for, WLIC, Sabrina Blessings in His awesome & precious name! - Sabrina   
|
×
×