Friday, January 14, 2011

The Weight of the World on My Shoulders Shoes on My Feet

There have been so many times in my life that I truly have felt the weight of the world on my shoulders. Those of you who know me well, know the poundage that I have carried, off and on over the years...I don't mean the bodily kind of poundage, although, that is true as well with all of its ups and downs...I mean the poundage that life gives us that tests us, producing patience in us so that we may be more like Him.

Over and over God has shown me that He will always be there to help me....proving to me time and time again that I will not be given more than I can carry....although, I so many times wanted to question Him.

As I was departing on this new and exciting adventure, it dawned on me that I would be entering a world where no one knew me or about any of the shoulder weight that I had carried more often than I desired. Meeting new people, discovering new surroundinigs, conversing more through body language than words....I had a choice...accept this as another weight on my shoulders or go along for the ride of my life and enjoy it to its fullest....I choose the latter. I will walk this path before me with joy, excitement, and wonder topped with a little jetlag every now and then.

My first encounter with joy came on the first day of my arrival in Baku. What a joyous experience it was! Not many would find joy going to a medical clinic for a check-up, but everyone in the office was so kind and eager to help. Although that did make the experience easier, it was not until the nurse took me into an examining room for the preliminary routine checks...pulse, blood pressure, weight...that I experienced that joy. Maybe it was jetlag, maybe it was nervousness, or maybe...., but I stepped on the scale and was thrilled at the sight of my weight. The nurse told me that I was the first lady that she had ever weighed that didn't ask to remove her response....I will carry the weight of the world on my shoulders shoes on my feet any day as long as I am weighed in kilos. My mind doesn't compute in kilos...only in pounds......kilos looks like half of the pounds.

Next time I feel as though I am carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders, I will think in kilos because I know that God is carrying the weight with me....I will face the weight with joy!

If the shoe fits, wear it well!


Anonymous said...

Your 'joyful' attitutde is such a shining example of a 'choice' to make this season of your life a true adventure! I hope you are having success in finding the 'perfect nest' for you and Todd. Your Carrollton 'nest' is waiting for the February migration. Are you new grandparents yet???

Your neighbor-in-waiting....Gail