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More Than Enough

Life is teeming with reminders of our need for God. Take today for example: I'm exhausted. I have this ridiculously sensitive body rhythm, and I messed it up yesterday. I went to St. Louis with a mother and daughter. The daughter is strongly considering an extended stay in Burkina Faso as a missionary. So the mother/daughter team that have been there/done that spent the day with the mother/daughter team in the early stages of going there/doing that. It was a great time. Ami and I both enjoyed sharing our experiences, and by their own admission, the time was profitable for the other mother and daughter; but for me, to talk for a full eight hours is waaaayyy past my conversation limit.

"Conversation limit?" Yep. Conversation limit. A previous boss used to cite some statistic about how many words an average woman speaks each day as compared to the average man. He'd see me talking and joke that I hadn't reached my quota for the day. My quota, however, is much lower than the average woman. I just can't keep up. As we get older, we get to know ourselves, and I've learned that for optimum physical, mental, and emotional energy, I need just the right balance of exercise, quiet concentration (i.e. accounting, reading, writing), and conversation. Spend a little too much time in any one of those areas, and my system goes on overload. It rebels, and the result is exhaustion. I've tried to fight it for years because I seriously aggravate myself, but it's to no avail. This is what God gave me to work with.

Of course, it's rare to find a day that passes with just the right balance. Life just isn't that controllable. So as I get ready for the long day ahead of me and wonder how I will get through it with this fatigue mulling in my blood along with a number of other "reminders" of my great lack simmering in my brain and heart, I am also reminded of His great strength, of His provision, of His faithfulness, of the fact that He is the Great I AM, and that is more than enough.
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  1. Brad LademannFebruary 19, 2012 at 10:20 PM

    Just popping in to let you know...still reading so keep writing!

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    1. Lori GalaskeFebruary 20, 2012 at 2:50 PM

      Thanks, Brad! I really appreciate that. Miss you guys!

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