Totally sucking sand this week. Sounds harsh but I have been very neglectful of my time with God.
Add to that I downloaded the wrong week for BSF and didn't realize it until I got to discussion group tonight. Luckily I wasn't the only to make that mistake in my groups so I didn't feel totally stupid. It's an easy mistake to make.
So I got to read a verse out loud. And at the end I mentioned some sites I've used for cross reference purposes. They are www.bible.com, www.blueletterbible.com and www.biblegateway.com, and they're three great sites.
I've got the correct lesson this week. And I've got an assignment--praying for one of the ladies in my BSF group. Our discussion leader told us to write down the name of the woman to our right and this week, daily pray for her to be in the Word daily, and to daily pray for past ongoing requests she has shared with the group. So I feel an obligation, but in a good way to set aside that prayer time this next week. To get serious about talking and listening to God.
In all my "rest" I haven't really been studying or practicing the two disciplines I read about on my retreat. My rest has been mostly inactive. And mostly watching TV or sleeping. And I think I've been creeping into a little depression. I tried to combat that by getting out of the apartment and getting some exercise but I pushed too hard and felt like I set myself back health wise this weekend.
Where does that leave me right now? To be a little cliche, it leaved me sick and tired of being sick and tired. I'm already done with winter, I need spring. Or at least one of the light therapy boxes. I didn't realize what a facade I'd put on while I was 'resting'. Now it's cracking.
One of the ladies mentioned a couple verses from the following Psalm for a challenge question. It's a good thing for me to focus on. My help doesn't ultimatly come from meds or people or my will power or my strength--it comes from God.
Psalm 121
A song of ascents.
I lift up my eyes to the hills—where does my help come from?
My help comes from the LORD, the Maker of heaven and earth.
He will not let your foot slip— he who watches over you will not slumber;
indeed, he who watches over Israel will neither slumber nor sleep.
The LORD watches over you—the LORD is your shade at your right hand;
the sun will not harm you by day, nor the moon by night.
The LORD will keep you from all harm—he will watch over your life;
the LORD will watch over your coming and going both now and forevermore.
Oh yeah, I slept a lot this weekend and had nothing to blog about. Hope you didn't miss me too much.
Add to that I downloaded the wrong week for BSF and didn't realize it until I got to discussion group tonight. Luckily I wasn't the only to make that mistake in my groups so I didn't feel totally stupid. It's an easy mistake to make.
So I got to read a verse out loud. And at the end I mentioned some sites I've used for cross reference purposes. They are www.bible.com, www.blueletterbible.com and www.biblegateway.com, and they're three great sites.
I've got the correct lesson this week. And I've got an assignment--praying for one of the ladies in my BSF group. Our discussion leader told us to write down the name of the woman to our right and this week, daily pray for her to be in the Word daily, and to daily pray for past ongoing requests she has shared with the group. So I feel an obligation, but in a good way to set aside that prayer time this next week. To get serious about talking and listening to God.
In all my "rest" I haven't really been studying or practicing the two disciplines I read about on my retreat. My rest has been mostly inactive. And mostly watching TV or sleeping. And I think I've been creeping into a little depression. I tried to combat that by getting out of the apartment and getting some exercise but I pushed too hard and felt like I set myself back health wise this weekend.
Where does that leave me right now? To be a little cliche, it leaved me sick and tired of being sick and tired. I'm already done with winter, I need spring. Or at least one of the light therapy boxes. I didn't realize what a facade I'd put on while I was 'resting'. Now it's cracking.
One of the ladies mentioned a couple verses from the following Psalm for a challenge question. It's a good thing for me to focus on. My help doesn't ultimatly come from meds or people or my will power or my strength--it comes from God.
Psalm 121
A song of ascents.
I lift up my eyes to the hills—where does my help come from?
My help comes from the LORD, the Maker of heaven and earth.
He will not let your foot slip— he who watches over you will not slumber;
indeed, he who watches over Israel will neither slumber nor sleep.
The LORD watches over you—the LORD is your shade at your right hand;
the sun will not harm you by day, nor the moon by night.
The LORD will keep you from all harm—he will watch over your life;
the LORD will watch over your coming and going both now and forevermore.
Oh yeah, I slept a lot this weekend and had nothing to blog about. Hope you didn't miss me too much.
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