To settle on this week was “like herding cats!” I knew where I wanted to end collectively, and cats individually chose their own way. Finally, an hour after playing with people and ideas, with a rest stop for breakfast and a second cup of coffeee, I had written seven snazzy titles. That was good. Seven is a perfect number. It denotes completion and that’s part of the week’s purpose.
I really wanted to start with Taylor Swift. I may not know a single song, yet I know her name and that she made it successfully to the top for four straight years. Success and completion were to be my ultimate themes. They could be a requirement of the life journey of mothers. Our pastor says, “A mother is only as happy as her neediest child.” One comes home in tears from kindergarten after being passed over for line leader. Another is only the water boy for the football squad. Mothers ache for what is denied. Surely a degree from a prestigious college would guarantee a better success in life. Mothering can define any person who is there for encouragement and support and to say, “You have been kind and thoughtful and helpful. I have noticed.” Love smooths the journey.
So let’s go back to Moses. If ever someone clawed his way through life by hope it was he. Born to an exile, placed in a basket, raised in a palace, became an angry murderer, fled for his life, called to a leadership he didn’t want, gave forty years to “herding cats” and all he got was to stand on the mountain and hear, “I will give it to your descendants, but you will not cross over into it.” That was enough. He got his people there.
Businesses of any variety count on people from sweepers at night, to workers on the production floor with clipboards, to some in suits in lower lever offices. Managers may earn the most money, but recompense is given along with the heaviest load of attention and worry. The ones at the top are the ones who are responsible for perseverance and direction that send the message, “Hold the course. Find a solution. Do your best.” Honestly and consistency are a foundation.
You don’t need my story, but In February 2024, I feel like I am standing in each M place. You may have a story of your own requiring redirecting, honest comments, loving. I do not know the final word yet or how it will count for me. My mother at 101 lay in a nursing home bed and would shake her head and say, “Only Jesus knows.” A slight breath, ” And that’s enough.” Whatever will come to me is better than the Emmys.
All that’s left now is the shouting – God’s applause! Depend on it, he’s an honest judge. He’ll do right not only by me, but by everyone eager for his coming.
2 Timothy 4:8 Message
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