Taking Life as He comes

I do a lot of thinking when I am doing chores around the house.  I have some real unspoken chats with God while folding laundry or unloading and reloading the dishwasher. This morning’s revelation had to do with my attitude toward adversity. Born and raised on the edges of a bustling and somewhat unstable Eastern City, I toughened up a little too much. I developed a ‘suck it up and move on,” way of living and thinking about life.  When it came to fight of flight, I was on both ends, either running away or fighting, usually the former, because the gal was usually bigger than I was. No one would know this by looking at me, I mean, I think I look fairly Middle-class now. But that was not my beginnings. As I pondered my tendency to “take it as it comes, roll with the punches,” and of course, “suck it up and move on;” God seemed to whisper to me. That whisper spoke so kindly and said, “How about taking Life as I come?”

Hmmmmmm, taking Life as He comes, as sovereignly from the hand of the Go…