Giving it up to God

.  I think I've been a bit of a downer lately.  This is why I purposely try not to reread any previous posts.  It usually makes me cringe.  
I feel considerably better today. 
 Another full day at the Mayo Clinic.  Curious, how I find it rather peaceful there now.  
It was quite a decent day. 
 Maybe I took the blue pill this morning... or maybe it was just acceptance.  Maybe it's the Serenity prayer or a resolution to stop the madness, see through a different lens.  Coping sometimes means giving in. Or giving up.  Not to anything unhealthy or destructive but just to life.  Giving it up to God. There are times and situations where our fight is required.  There are also things in this world which are not in our control.  The sticky part can be in discerning the two.  Taking my sticky hands off the situation if I need to.  I have a tough time with that.  Sometimes, I even sense that we're being prepared for a fight but the fight is not for now.  The battle in the moment is patience.  And strength.  Silence, sometimes.  Prayer, all the while, so that you know what you're up against and if you're really being called.  

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The Key to Serenity

Acceptance is the key to serenity.


Writing here today.

Acceptance

An hour till bedtime and the kids are jumping on the trampoline in the dark.  Not a wonderful winding-down activity.

For school today we did workbooks and an online game called spent.

Not the most productive day, as I was crazy busy with doctor's appointments. And... more looming tomorrow.

 Yesterday, I was a stress case.  I hate having to do things, having to go places.  I'm more inclined toward quiet and home.  I don't like running.  And the tension it was causing me was unbelievable. On top of the doctor's appointments I also had to go to the MVD.  Oh my goodness.

 But sometime in the midst of all that brain chaos, I just began praying for serenity.

I'd been striving for gratitude to no avail.  And then I realized that before I could be grateful, I just had to accept.

And by the grace of God, this morning came and I was totally at peace.  I went to the first appointment, got in and out, lickety split.  Went to the MVD and only waited forty-five minutes and then home, back to a different doctor and finally home again.  But it's all good.  By the time it was all said and done, all I could do was laugh when the doctor called and added two more visits to my 'itenerary' tomorrow.  Whatever.

Acceptance, right?


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