My arms are perfect.

I'm sure everyone has been through this situation before: You're watching tv, and you want to change the channel. So you reach for the remote, but it's literally an inch from your fingertips. You are trying with every fiber of your being to stretch those fingertips a little further, maneuver your arms so that maybe- just maybe- it will give you that extra inch you need. But there is nothing else you could possibly do to reach it. And you sit there and think "If only my arms were just a little bit longer". 

I guess it's safe to say I am in that situation. I mean not with an actual remote, (Julianne and I can't figure out how to program a remote anyways) but a real life situation. I know what I want, but I can't reach it. I sit here and try an thing of ways to get my goal quicker, try and maneuver myself to where I can finally reach it, but nothing I do works. It is the most frustrating feeling I've experienced in awhile. It's like I'm stuck, and I want to run, but my feet won't carry me. My remote is so close, but my arms aren't long enough. I feel as if I'll never actually reach it.

But maybe I'm not supposed to be able to reach the remote. Maybe God designed my arms to be the perfect length so that I actually couldn't reach the remote, so that I'd have to find another way to change the channel. It could be, I'll just have to get up and change the channel myself.

God has a funny way of presenting situations to me. But I find comfort in knowing that He WILL find a way to make me realize what I need to do. But for now, I think I need to stop wishing I had longer arms.

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Ecclesiastes 3:1-15 (The Message)

 ¹ There's an opportune time to do things, a right time for everything on the earth:

 ^2-8 A right time for birth and another for death,
   A right time to plant and another to reap,
   A right time to kill and another to heal,
   A right time to destroy and another to construct,
   A right time to cry and another to laugh,
   A right time to lament and another to cheer,
   A right time to make love and another to abstain,
   A right time to embrace and another to part,
   A right time to search and another to count your losses,
   A right time to hold on and another to let go,
   A right time to rip out and another to mend,
   A right time to shut up and another to speak up,
   A right time to love and another to hate,
   A right time to wage war and another to make peace. ^9-13 But in the end, does it really make a difference what anyone does? I've had a good look at what God has given us to do—busywork, mostly. True, God made everything beautiful in itself and in its time—but he's left us in the dark, so we can never know what God is up to, whether he's coming or going. I've decided that there's nothing better to do than go ahead and have a good time and get the most we can out of life. That's it—eat, drink, and make the most of your job. It's God's gift.
 ¹⁴ I've also concluded that whatever God does, that's the way it's going to be, always. No addition, no subtraction. God's done it and that's it. That's so we'll quit asking questions and simply worship in holy fear.
 ¹⁵ Whatever was, is.
   Whatever will be, is.
   That's how it always is with God.