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MS Awareness Month 2021, Day 25

Do you ever feel like there is not enough time in the day to accomplish all that is expected of you? Before my retirement several years ago, I had no idea how my daily hours could be so full. Would it ever calm down? When was it my turn to breathe?

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Six years later I am still trying to fit it all in. I admit most of my responsibilities are self-inflicted. I’m not happy if I’m not working toward a purpose. need to know I am moving forward and making progress. Unfortunately, there are times when we get stretched too thin and need to step back. For some folks, this is a welcome reprieve. It feels like punishment to me.

During my devotional time early this morning, I came upon an article that spoke to this very issue. The author urged us to alleviate the pressures of our daily existence handing it all to God. “By His divine power, God has given us everything we need…” 2 Peter 1:3

By eliminating commitments and prioritizing tasks, we can learn to take that much-needed breath and hand the rest over to God. He’s got this. He is in control.

We need to be concerned only with what we CAN do and trust the rest to what is intended. It took me a long time to trust in this notion, but once I did life got a lot easier.

Living with chronic disease forces us into exceptionally challenging situations for which there isn't a clear-cut answer. So what have you to lose?

I thank God every day for the blessings He has sown me. I hope you will also.

Lisa, Lady With the Cane



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