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High/Low Life

Living the High Life, whatever that is. An expression that implies good fortune, plenty, success. That begs the question: is less than plenty, success, and good fortune, living the Low Life? A "Low Life" is another expression, this one meaning someone who is less-than-desirable, and to some, less than human somehow.

So if i'm not living the High Life, am i a Low Lifer? A Low Life?

Loving God the way i do, i meander a lot on a journey that seems paved with good intentions but poor judgment, best of plans but disastrous execution, and great expectations but depressing results. And the more i compare my life to others, the more dissatisfied i get.

Okay, that makes sense. So, stop comparing, right? Simple enough! Yet... not easy.

Through the 'high' times in life, we can back-burner prayer, even God. But in the 'low' times, we cling to Him like plastic wrap clings to its roll. We just cannot get through the hard things without Him. So why do we try to get through the good times that way?

We. Are. Fickle.
Plain and simple.

I need to compare my life to Christ's. And no one else's.

In the midst of what is likely the hardest thing i have ever had to deal with, i wonder: "will i remember God's presence and my passionate vigil with Him when things level out?" Oh, Father, i hope so! Help me remember that if You can love me enough to carry me through the Tough Stuff of Life, i can love You enough to cling to You when i'm on Easy Street, too!

May God remind you today that He is there, waiting patiently for a smidge of your time, whether you are dealing with Tough Stuff or Living the High Life. His love is unchanging, which is more than we can say for our circumstances.

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  1. Good thoughts. I homeshooled, too. They have all but one flown the nest. :-) I just happened on your blog.

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