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I stand with outstretched arms to welcome what's coming. I'm done with the striving and the stomping of my feet and with the tantrums I have in my head and the ones I have in real life, the ones I have as I wrestle with dissatisfaction.

I welcome what is. I welcome what is right now. I welcome this place God has me (wherever that may be). I welcome the strife. I welcome the tears. I welcome the work. I welcome the growing pains. I know it WILL all work for my good. I TRUST that even if now doesn't feel good, HE is good. And since God is always good, I will welcome whatever He has for me. 

And since God is always good, I welcome His grace, His gift, His Joy in all things. All things. All things because I will not pick and choose what parts of His plan I welcome. I welcome interruptions and change in plans. I welcome tears with math lessons and wiggly little boys. I welcome conflict with my husband and family in need on the phone. I welcome whatever or whomever God lays before me.

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