A sorry state of affairs:
Couldn't think of anything worth blogging about.
Last week I tried going to work 4 hours a day. The experiment failed. The stress on my wounded body built up each day, and suddenly I could not bear the thought of sitting at my desk for one more minute . . .
And healing just seemed to be stalled out.
Got in a funk. Didn't want to talk to God or read His Word.
Just wanted to zone out with video games.
And feel guilty.
Redemption.
Then - news!
My disability claim is approved.
I am under no obligation to work any hours at all, although I will still work, taking care of the tasks that I have not taught anyone else to do.
AND my amazing assistant/job sharer/replacement is willing to continue on at 40 hours/week.
Suddenly my spirit is light and I am joyfully praising my God again.
He has sent me a huge blessing right in the middle of my funk.
I was feeling guilty before, now I feel compelled!
Compelled to worship. Compelled to thank. Compelled to honor my God.
Psalm 103:8-12
The Lord is compassionate and gracious, slow to anger, abounding in love.
He will not always accuse, nor will he harbor his anger forever;
He does not treat us as our sins deserve or repay us according to our iniquities.
For as high as the heavens are above the earth, so great is his love for those who fear him;
As far as the east is from the west, so far has he removed our transgressions from us.
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