“I’ve had all I can stands, I can’t stands no more.”

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‘I’ve had All I Can Stands, I can’t stands NO MORE.” Popeye.

Sitting on the couch in the wee hours of the morning after a long night of worrying I found myself channeling Popeye, “I’ve had all I can stands, I can’t stands no more.”

It was that night, that was the straw that broke the calmels back.

It was that night I admitted, “I yam what I yam.” It was that night I got down on my knees and cried, “I can’t stand NO MORE!”

I admitted to myself and to anyone in the neighborhood awake and listening that my son was spiraling out of control. It was a night I took a stand. I suddenly had a very clear vision.

It’s been nearly two years since the night my son did not come home, the night I went Popeye and never came back. Since then my son has traveled from boarding schools to an outward bound twelve step program and back. He has been guided through the wilderness, completed three day solo’s alone in the wilderness and hiked over 20 miles in the dark, several times. This fall he was admitted to the Running start program at Bellevue College and this December he passed his first college course as a high school junior.

I don’t know what he will choose for his future. But I do know, that as his steward I couldn’t stand by and watch him blow up his one incredible life. Now the rest of the story is between him and God…

What can’t you stands? What can’t you stands anymore? Perhaps this is your calling, vision, the purpose for your life, here, now presently. I’ve found that when I can’t ‘stands’ it anymore, God has usually been whispering for sometime -for me to step up and take action.

Do what compels you. Do it now. And if you’re struggling to find direction for your life and resources, perhaps it’s time to ask yourself, “What can’t I stands, what can’t I stands no more?”

Pam Hoelzle

A Year of Hope!

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More on this idea by Bill Hybels- Holy Discontent.

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