un(plug): to disconnect; to remove an obstruction from

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When you really know what your supposed to do, it helps you decide what you are not supposed to do. (Dr. David Jeremiah on why you need a vision for your life.)

I woke up uncomfortable. Uncomfortable from eating too much junk this past weekend. Unsettled because my house needs some serious spring cleaning. Unhappy because I can’t ease my own discomfort, grief and pain with some creative outlet or by creating a cozy space to read and rest in God’s presence.

I went outside to my porch swing, and it felt too exposed and chilly. I went to my big comfy chair and our precocious dog wanted to sit on my lap. I went to the back patio with a wool wrap around my shoulders, journal in hand and a promising book along with the sun on my face. The wind tried to whip open the door that has a broken latch, the dog started barking ferociously and I lost it; I went back to bed.

Upon my bed I pouted, fumed and told God how I FELT about this lack of comfort in my life. I wanted to run away to a secluded beach. Even a few days at a hotel might get me out my funk, I told Him. He gently replied: UNPLUG!

A relief washed over me. I could unplug from media, from anxious thoughts about the future, from my own self-pity and re-connect with HIM!

That said, I am off to re-connect and re-discover God’s heart, dreams and desires for now. I am going to rest in the hammock of His unfailing love. See you next month!

Going back to Jesus to have my life re-conciled with his plans and purposes! Will be back soon with some re-newed hope and a re-vised vision.

He [Jesus] was supreme in the beginning and—leading the resurrection parade—he is supreme in the end. From beginning to end he’s there, towering far above everything, everyone. So spacious is he, so roomy, that everything of God finds its proper place in him without crowding. Not only that, but all the broken and dislocated pieces of the universe—people and things, animals and atoms—get properly fixed and fit together in vibrant harmonies, all because of his death, his blood that poured down from the cross. (Colossians 1:18-20 The Message)

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