Too Busy?

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Too Busy? My Calendar for the month.
Have you ever felt like you are too busy to keep up with your basic chores? When this happens, I become exhausted, disorganized and absent-minded. I soon recognize the need to step back and re-access my schedules.
Last week I had a Doctors appointment. Getting ready to start my one-hour trip to the city, I spotted my heart rate on my Fitbit again. 154 is a little high I thought; I take blood pressure medication; did I forget to take it the night before?
Buy the time I ran out the door it had reached up to 164, so I swallowed two aspirins and wondered if I should go to the emergency room or straight to my appointment. I decided to head straight for my doctor.
Speeding down the highway, I checked my Fitbit once more, my blood pressure had risen to 192, I promptly took another aspirin. By the time I reached Lethbridge, my heart rate was at 290. At that moment, I figured my Fitbit was out of whack.
Seeing my physician and finding out my blood pressure was it’s regular 114, calmed me down. It was later I realized I had been reading my daily steps, not my heart rate.
Sometimes we are so busy we barely have a chance to take a breath. I have felt like that these last few years. I’m uncertain if it’s because of my age, or my bounce is a little slower. lol
1 Those who live in the shelter of the Most High
will find rest in the shadow of the Almighty.
2 This I declare about the Lord:
He alone is my refuge, my place of safety;
he is my God, and I trust him.
Psalm 91:1-2
These last few years I have learned to lean and rest on God promises. According to one account, there are 3573 promises in the Bible. A promise for every need. We are blessed.
He is the one who fully knows me and unconditionally loves me. He makes my life complete. I love you, Lord.
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Thank you, dear friends, for spending your time with me.
I love you all and am praying.
HUGS,
Lovingly, Karan

I wonder what would cause them to volunteer to serve his country and go into harm’s way for others. To stand and fight for people he does not know so they can enjoy the safety and freedom he loves.
I was standing before the window of an art store where a picture of the Crucifixion of our Lord was on exhibition. As I gazed, I was aware of the approach of another, and turning, beheld a little lad gazing also intently at the picture. Noticing that this mite of humanity was a street boy, I thought I would speak to him; so I asked, pointing at the picture, “Do you know who He is?”



