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40 Words of Lent 2014: Day 9

March 13, 2014 By Sandra Heska King

golden pond

Regret and I

share cups of Tazo Focus, Well-Being.

I’ve failed, I tell him.

He nods and approves my disapproval.

Yet if I can’t approve myself,

do I void the payment?

I’m not well.

Maybe it’s all in my focus.

Word Count: 40

love the lord

 

Today’s Reading: Mark 12-16

In the stillness,

Sandy

#LentChallenge

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  1. HisFireFly says

    March 13, 2014 at 8:19 am

    this is an all too familiar
    conversation
    though perhaps mine take place
    over coffee, hot
    I tell him who I am
    he tells me all I’m not
    and I am weary of the
    words, desire a more honest
    exchange
    with One Who will trade
    His righteousness
    for my wretchedness

    • Sandra Heska King says

      March 13, 2014 at 11:29 am

      And He tells you who you are… His and preapproved.

  2. Paula Gamble says

    March 13, 2014 at 8:45 am

    This is really good. I love that you’re giving up guilt and regret. I’m curious how you ‘give up’ something like that. I’m trying to give up believing lies, but it’s hard because lies are so subtle and deceptive. Praying for you and I really like this post!

    • Sandra Heska King says

      March 13, 2014 at 11:36 am

      When those thoughts and feelings come back, I have to whisk them out after frisking them with Philippians 4:8. And then chant… preapproved, preapproved, preapproved…

      And I know what you mean about the lies, especially those that have been embedded for years–sometimes on purpose and sometimes how one’s neurons twist words. Again, the only thing I know to do is frisk those thoughts again and again. Is it a true thought? Then I have to deal with it. If not… then I can’t listen to it. But sifting through them is hard sometimes, really. Sometimes I’m successful. Sometimes not. But the truth is we are His beloved, and we are preapproved.

  3. Megan Willome says

    March 13, 2014 at 9:23 am

    I love that your tea is talking to you!

    On a recent bad day, I drank a lot of Tazo Focus. I think if I had listened, it would have said, “Drink up, hon. You need this.”

    • Sandra Heska King says

      March 13, 2014 at 11:37 am

      🙂

      My apricot is gone. I need to pick up some more–and I think I noticed some new flavors.

  4. teresa says

    March 13, 2014 at 12:18 pm

    Giving up what has made me who I am, is a battle that many of us struggle with, and then I wonder if I’ll truly ever overcome, that this may be the thorn in my flesh that God uses to keep me placing my trust in Him instead of in myself. Taking every thought captive does keep my mind in constant view of the cross.

  5. Alyssa Santos says

    March 13, 2014 at 2:10 pm

    oh friend, so much said in these few words…and in the spaces in between. love your heart.

  6. Jennifer Dougan says

    March 13, 2014 at 3:04 pm

    Hi Sandra,

    I know that Regret swings by to whisper ragged in our ears, but strain with me to hear Our Author’s words to us as well. He loves you and I, and he speaks truth to contrast the lies.

    Warmly,
    Jennifer Dougan
    http://www.jenniferdougan.com

    P.S. Hopping over from Emily’s link up.

    • Sandra Heska King says

      March 14, 2014 at 9:27 am

      “whisper ragged.” I love that. Straining with you, friend. Maybe if we still ourselves, we won’t need to strain so hard. 🙂

      Thanks for swinging by.

  7. Linda says

    March 13, 2014 at 6:42 pm

    That guy certainly does get around. Seems he’s kind of a one note song. He’s especially fond of sneaking up on me when I lay down to sleep at night. I really do need to just send him on his way.
    Sandy – these are so beautifully written.

    • Sandra Heska King says

      March 14, 2014 at 9:26 am

      Oh, those night-time hoverings. Yep. He sings to me then, too–but off key.

      Thanks for the encouragement, Linda. After all this, I might find it hard to write a 400-word post again. 😉 xo

  8. Kelly Greer says

    March 15, 2014 at 1:55 pm

    I don’t very much like having tea with Mr. Regret. No, not very much.

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