“God is not a belief to which you give your assent. God becomes a reality whom you know intimately, meet everyday, one whose strength becomes your strength, whose love, your love. Live this life of the presence of God long enough and when someone asks you, “Do you believe there is a God?” you may find yourself answering, “No, I do not believe there is a God. I know there is a God.” ~Ernest Boyer, Jr. (Thanks, Ann)

Sunday, October 17, 2010

Only God could

So, I strategized with Peter. Wasn't expecting a business meeting at that late hour (8:30 pm!), but he wanted to get up close before bedtime - and I was too cuddled with the laptop for that. SO. He climbed in my lap and we drew a picture of my Arbonne business - that means I write Mom in the middle of the page and we write everyone else's names in my organization around the page like spokes on a wheel. And there are other wheels attached to the Mom wheel for their organizations of business partners - it gets tangly and lovely - what a wonder. And he knew all their names (that blessed me - they are so engaged - they pray for their mom and dad - they know). And we asked God to show us what to do with this month.
My team is teetering close to qualifying for the next promotion. It means we will get a free car (I have come to terms with this). It means Arbonne has blown WAY past the expectations for "extra bit of income", "pay for homeschooling", "pay for piano and swim lessons", "have another baby". We are entering "rock-our-world" territory.
So, what will you do, God? Because you know I will bust my can (and drive us all wild!!) if you move me. On my own, the spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak. Strengthen me if you would, God.
Why, oh why? Wouldn't I be content with my dearest kiddos on the couch, doing school, thoughtfully planning my dinner menu, gracefully cleaning the house. Why yes, I would. I like to do those things. But I don't get to. And I refuse the other income options. No thank you. I do not wish to hustle them to the bus and the babysitter so that I can hustle to the office (where I would do marvelous things and spend my dollars on a house-cleaning sprite).
I choose this way instead. I am that sprite - and I skip (ha - like I'm cheerful about it all the time, no, perhaps I should embrace that Spirit-filled-sprite concept!) merrily through my days doing all that plus earning a fabulous(-er and fabulous-er) Arbonne income in the nooks and crannies of my life.
And like Peter said, at the end of our strategizing, only God could do this. I will work hard and see if God will.

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