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You Are a Log Ride

You prefer to live a fairly calm, relaxed life… with a few surprises thrown in.
You don’t tend to get yourself worked up easily. You can roll with what life throws at you.
In relationships, you are steady and solid. You maintain a pretty broad perspective on what’s going on.
That’s not to say you can’t get swept away. You’re emotions run as deep as anyone else’s.Your life seems like it has been remarkably easy so far. But that’s due to how you manage it.
You never stretch yourself too thinly, and you think out your decisions carefully.
Taking the time to enjoy each day is important to you, and you don’t let your emotions rule you.
You stay the course and do what’s right… knowing it will all work out in the end.

At your best, you are tolerant and understanding of other people’s quirks.
You take “go with the flow” to the extreme. Even if you don’t like where you’re going.
At your worst, you repress your feelings and end up being a little tightly wound.
You definitely have some explosive emotions that occasionally come to the surface!

What Carnival Ride Are You?

“And Joseph’s master took him, and put him into a prison… But Jehovah was with Joseph… and that which he did, Jehovah made it to prosper” (Gen. 39:20-23).

When God lets us go to prison because we have been serving Him, and goes there with us, prison is about the most blessed place in the world that we could be in. Joseph seems to have known that. He did not sulk and grow discouraged and rebellious because .”everything was against him.” If he had, the prison-keeper would never have trusted him so. Joseph does not even seem to have pitied himself.

Let us remember that if self-pity is allowed to set in, that is the end of us — until it is cast utterly from us. Joseph just turned over everything in joyous trust to God, and so the keeper of the prison turned over everything to Joseph.

Lord Jesus, when the prison doors close in on me, keep me trusting, and keep my joy full and abounding. Prosper Thy work through me in prison: even there, make me free indeed. –Selected

A little bird I am,
Shut from the fields of air,
And in my cage I sit and sing
To Him who placed me there;
Well pleased a prisoner to be,
Because, my God, it pleaseth Thee.

My cage confines me round,
Abroad I cannot fly,
But though my wing is closely bound,
My soul is at liberty;
For prison walls cannot control
The flight, the freedom of the soul.

I have learnt to love the darkness of sorrow; there you see the brightness of His face. –Madame Guyon

Is God concerned about the details of your life? Does he care about the “little things”?

Piles of dishes need to be done. The washer leaks a big soapy puddle on the floor-and you’ve got people coming in an hour. Little things.

Nobody else seems to notice or pay that much mind…so why should God? After all, isn’t He the God of the BIG things?

Why should this great, awesome God notice the tears that came to my eyes this morning at breakfast-when no one else noticed? Why should the Creator of the universe care about the worries that kept me awake until four in the morning? Why should the mighty Sovereign of eternity be concerned about the fact that I’m late for an appointment and my kids are still in their pajamas?

I remember my father cleaning up after my mess, anticipating all my needs and setting aside his own just to help me with mine…putting away the dirty dishes, fixing the breakfast table for us and leaving that yellow part of the fried egg especially for me, folding the clean laundry and putting them away, tying up my little girl’s shoelaces for her, putting powder on her back when it’s all sweaty, making sure my son had his hanky and cap everytime he goes out of the house, listening to me quietly and just being there for me all throughout my life. It was his quiet, steadfast presence that was the wind beneath my wings. Almost like a dance.

This is the kind of love our God has for us. Fatherlove. The kind, gentle compassion of a dad who deeply cares for his sons and daughters. Maybe you never had a dad like that…but you do have such a Father.

Let God’s big hand close gently over yours. With his help, even the discouraging scribbles and the mundane things of your life can become a masterpiece. Nothing would delight a father’s heart more.

(inspired by a devotional from Joni Eareckson Tada)