tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24430615.post6707359355147355470..comments2024-02-11T10:34:07.463-05:00Comments on Pursuing Love: Christmas decorating... NOT! Margiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00110651946602849853noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24430615.post-19242569806483402492012-11-20T06:18:42.949-05:002012-11-20T06:18:42.949-05:00From Mrs. Mac (i hit the wrong button)
I'm not...From Mrs. Mac (i hit the wrong button)<br />I'm not sure we should continually 'chase after God' I think He meets us right where we are .. in pain, joy, heartache, worship, life, emptiness, gratitude, cups running over. If we chase after him we grow weary and want to give up. He wants to hold us in the hollow of His hand, we need to be still and know that He is God. Chasing after Him reminds me of a dog that chases after a car .. you know the cure for that? A squirt bottle with soapy water aimed at its eyes. Now that hurts. You are hurting and it's very evident in your writing of late. <br /><br />I once walked in on some burglars ... talk about scary .. and I bolted from the house once I heard them upstairs .. it was Christmas time .. and they ripped open small packages, stole jewelry (heirloom stuff) .. and even my $500 camera (this was in 1979 and it took me two years to save that much $. I was just thankful that I didn't get shot or killed and the other stuff, including the camera didn't really matter .. and you know what .. the following week I met Mr. Mac and guess what??? He had the exact same Cannon 35 mm camera! (of course I checked the serial numbers ha, ha, tee-hee:) You are at the top of my prayer list sweet sister. <br /><br />Margiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00110651946602849853noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24430615.post-65451809551737810202012-11-19T16:12:28.731-05:002012-11-19T16:12:28.731-05:00I wept as I read this post. My heart breaks for y...I wept as I read this post. My heart breaks for you. I so wish I were there so I could wrap my arms around you and hold you and comfort you. Thank you for being so honest, for living out loud and not fearing to be real. I love you, Margie; I am praying for you and holding you in my heart.Dianehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12608123533919730726noreply@blogger.com