Lesson in love from the Dahlhouse:
Try opening up your hands and lifting up your troubles to The Lord, Jesus. Your posture will improve! It might even put a smile on your face:)
Sunday, March 23, 2014
Continued open hands
I have walked with God sometimes with the palms of my hands clenched tight and other times with them held wide open .
Open Hands
Attitude, attitude, attitude! My attitude toward events taking place around me plays a monumental part in determining whether or not I finish my day in peace or anxiety, joy or anger. Recently while reading Love Does by Bob Goff I was impressed by an interesting theory. Bob who is a lawyer said that he requires his clients to hold their hands open, palms up on their laps when they are being deposed for an upcoming court case. The open hand stance helps his clients to relax and remain focused. As soon as their hands clench up they are more apt to become agitated and confuse their statements.
While meditating upon that idea I remembered years ago being told that when walking or standing I tended to exhibit poor posture because my shoulders would roll forward along with my head. My instructor advised that I turn my hands palms up and open. My shoulders automatically rolled back and my back straighten and my head was raised up. This simple action put my body in a healthy posture.
Like a lightbulb going on in my head ( so often that is how it feels when God speaks to me in His soft, gentile voice) I realized that posture has everything to do with a good attitude in life.
When I open my hands to God and lift my troubles up to him,the negitive emotions fall away. I begin to relax and become clear minded and focused. Peace takes the place of anxiety. In actuality the difficult situation may not have changed one bit, but my attitude has changed and I am in a more healthy place to face the challenge before me.
It has been almost two years since I last blogged. My good intentions to journal my walk with my daughter through pregnancy with breast cancer evaporated when her entire family of five moved in so my husband and I could help. That enabled her husband to continue to work. At 63 I became a full time mom again. Oh, the joy and fatigue!
I have so much to share about the last 2 years but.......later! My goal is to share with you the story of my life as I have walked with God, sometimes with the palms of my hands clenched tight and
Attitude, attitude, attitude! My attitude toward events taking place around me plays a monumental part in determining whether or not I finish my day in peace or anxiety, joy or anger. Recently while reading Love Does by Bob Goff I was impressed by an interesting theory. Bob who is a lawyer said that he requires his clients to hold their hands open, palms up on their laps when they are being deposed for an upcoming court case. The open hand stance helps his clients to relax and remain focused. As soon as their hands clench up they are more apt to become agitated and confuse their statements.
While meditating upon that idea I remembered years ago being told that when walking or standing I tended to exhibit poor posture because my shoulders would roll forward along with my head. My instructor advised that I turn my hands palms up and open. My shoulders automatically rolled back and my back straighten and my head was raised up. This simple action put my body in a healthy posture.
Like a lightbulb going on in my head ( so often that is how it feels when God speaks to me in His soft, gentile voice) I realized that posture has everything to do with a good attitude in life.
When I open my hands to God and lift my troubles up to him,the negitive emotions fall away. I begin to relax and become clear minded and focused. Peace takes the place of anxiety. In actuality the difficult situation may not have changed one bit, but my attitude has changed and I am in a more healthy place to face the challenge before me.
It has been almost two years since I last blogged. My good intentions to journal my walk with my daughter through pregnancy with breast cancer evaporated when her entire family of five moved in so my husband and I could help. That enabled her husband to continue to work. At 63 I became a full time mom again. Oh, the joy and fatigue!
I have so much to share about the last 2 years but.......later! My goal is to share with you the story of my life as I have walked with God, sometimes with the palms of my hands clenched tight and
Friday, May 11, 2012
It is so hard for me to admit to weakness! For so many years I've been the go-to person in the family that
holds things together and all of a sudden when I am really needed,I feel anxious and physical impared. Emotionally I guess I'm a bit of a train wreak. This puzzles me as I am usually so peaceful. Perhaps I can chalk this up to the abrupt changes that have taken place in our home; one day 2 people and the next 7. Maybe watching my baby girl fight breast cancer while I no longer have the capacity to comfort her as I did when she was a child has left me feeling vulnerable and powerless. Tears seem stuck behind my eyes ready to explode at any moment......and then there is a knock at the door, a lovely angel of mercy bringing supper to us. I feel wrapped in the love of God as he lifts me up and reminds me that He is strong when I am week. He reminds me that He never called me to be the all sufficient one because that is His job. He has called me to trust in Him and my job at this time is to love on my grandchildren
and perhaps,cry.
My devotion today reminds me not to run from difficulties because they are not random mistakes but rather they are hand-tailored blessings designed by my loving God for my benefit and growth. I know my family will come out on the other side of this time of trouble stronger, wiser, more compassionate, and closer knit. To God be the glory!
Tuesday, May 8, 2012
"Let us network..."
This is my first day to blog, a 63 year old grandmother of 14 and mother of six. Our lives have become entangled by troubles. As I sought the Lord this morning my devotional by Joyce Meyers said,"God uses frail people (cracked pots!) to proclaim the power of His gospel. As my daughter faces a mastectomy on Thursday, another daughter waits for thyroid surgery,a third daughter miscarried a much rejoiced over baby, a fourth daughter walks through everyday in pain and I am hopefully on the upside of recovery after 4 months of excruciating pain; we had to make the choice to wallow or to rejoice in our faithful God who has always proven himself to be a good and loving Abba (father). We as cracked pots are choosing
god.
god.
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