Will. And not the kind producing pawn material. Though I'd love to pawn off mine...

Whatta Wednesday.
I have to say it didn't start out as a desirable Wednesday, but I smile.
I can smell the chicken & rice soup boilin' in the kitchen.
1 Kings was rather monotonous, but amusing in such a way the sun began to shine.
The snow melted and made everything soppy...but there's gobs and gobs of it falling, falling, falling as we Speak. Type. Read. Whatnot.
The kitchen floor is mopped.
And I'm chatting with LeAnna about the cruel humor she finds in her crazy cat...and bazookaing helicopters scoping out land for a gas plant on my house. :-)

And Jen is happy...about to burst out laughing for no reason. I will inform you, friend, I didn't feel this way just five minutes ago. In fact, I felt so emotionally unstable that I was gonna breakdown over something miniscule. Not miniscule to me. Miniscule to my capable God.
Notice a key something right there: not miniscule to me, miniscule to Him.
Why is it such a mountain to me, if it isn't to Him...especially when I'm loved by Him, seen by Him, carried by Him? Shouldn't my fear be overridden by His fearlessness? Praise God, it's not even fearlessness, it's superiority!
The word override means 1) to set aside by superior authority; cancel. Or 2) to prevail over. Like the law of gravity overrides my desire to fly.
A superior amount of water overrides the existence of fire.
So my God's capability, faithfulness, fearlessness, love, etc..."should" cancel out any of the opposite I produce in myself; my will per say. To set it aside, because my Superior Authority loves me and overrides any mountain I have to climb, simply because it's a spec of dust to Him.
Notice I worded it "should", meaning thanks to my will, it doesn't always happen that way. But He's teaching, hence the mountain/reason to trust.
This is where joy in the suffering comes to mind. A friend put it so perfectly about our will...it kicks against our circumstances. To trust Him in such a way, that I stop kicking against my circumstances and embrace them. To see the sunshine without the pain being watered down, is just another act of laying down my will. When we joy in right where we are, knowing He's put me here, is here with me (not left me here!), all simply because He's God and I am not. Stopping the kicking, and clinging to the joy to be found makes a contrast of difference. :-)

Whew. So I'm ready to have some chicken and rice soup...wanna have some with me? I just realized LeAnna may be rubbing off on me for outta nowhere, I mentioned food...though I don't think any recipe requesters are going to be satisfied with our unfancy chicken soup. :-)
Nothing a little cheyenne pepper wouldn't do for.

Have a blessed Wednesday, my friend--I pray we can climb to find this joy together. The reason our mountains are here are to teach us so. So even if we only find a measure of it in this fact, praise God; He is God, and I am not.
--hug--