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4/27/2023
An Heavenly PR Team I am completely convinced there is a whole PR team dedicated to the words that come out of my mouth. Heavenly angels flying around to mitigate the damage from the nonsense I just said. Yesterday, I was in the shower (an inauspicious beginning, I know) and I remembered a story my mum told me about an older couple. A hilarious but somewhat sensitive story. Then I remembered that I repeated this story to just about everyone who would listen (not really, but you know how things get amplified in the shower). And two things occurred to me: 1) God must really love me (because I just be running my mouth sometimes) 2) I must have an heavenly PR team, and if so, they were working overtime for real, for real. Y'all, sometimes, I even included the couple's name when telling the story. (Believe me, I am sufficiently ashamed of myself.) The fact that I had to remember that story shows just how effective the desk is, mmkay? You know when you leave a conversation feeling like the wrong things were said? And three hours later, you're still replaying the whole conversation in your head with a permanent cringe on your face. As someone who feels embarrassment very keenly, those situations are absolute torture.
So I started asking the Holy Spirit to help me do some after-the-fact-perception-adjustment (Listen, He can do ALL THINGS, okay?!) I can just imagine the Holy Spirit reminding my sister that I have period cramps, "and that's why she snapped at you." Then, later that hour, He's calming my auntie down: "yes, she made a face when she ate your food, but remember she doesn't like fish." So, of course, I am convinced the whole thing has snowballed into a PR desk assigned to my big mouth and expressive face. Yet, I know I'm not the only child of God with (recovering) foot-in-mouth disease. That's a LOT of heavenly damage control. Thank God He's up to it. So, let this be your friendly reminder to take it (whatever IT is) to Abba. Pretty sure He already has a solution for you. 4/5/2023 Patience & me Patience.
Patience, Abba whispers to my anxious soul. If January was about celebration, February about rest, March diligence, then April is about patience. Often-excruciating-seemingly-unnecessary-yet-character-building patience. Yeah, that kind. During my short stint at a Catholic secondary school (RMGSS, IYKYK), we once had a Holy Spirit-themed mass. I'm sure there's an official Catholic-sounding name for this, but it is buried in the recesses of my mind. At this mass, we had to randomly select two pieces of paper--one with a gift of the Spirit and the other a part of the fruit of the Spirit--out of a basket or something. (My memory of that time is so fuzzy😬). But guess which (part of the) fruit of the Spirit your girl got? Yep, that's right. Long-suffering. (My fuzzy memory remembers that one clear as crystal). In hindsight, it's like even then, when I was so decidedly not thinking about God and His plan for my life, He knew me. He so knew me (and very impatient self). So, patience, it's you and me this April. Let's do this thing. |
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