What a balm this verse is for me on those frequent days when I am so aware of what a work in progress I am! That You promise to perfect what concerns me becomes the foundation of many a profession of faith!
"Where there is no [prophetic]vision, the people cast of restraint." Prov. 29:18. And thinking of this verse, Oswald Chambers quotes a poem:
"Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp,
or what's a heaven for?"
What indeed!
May 11, 2003
Today is Mother's Day. The church children are running the services, so I have no obligation to do anything there today. I'm having a much more leisurely Sunday morning as a result.
As I sit and look out the window, I notice the day is brightly sunny and cool with a strong wind blowing through the new spring leaves on the trees.
I asked God last night to give me an evaluation of my motherhood. Am I too giving? Am I making them selfish? Or is my giving doing what I hope it is: showing them Your gracious nature?
May I be like the leaves on those trees, God. When the wind of your spirit blows near me, may I be an indication of that blowing. May the brightness of your son flicker across me as I, too, dance at the touch of each gust.
Love...Debbie
Enough of processing gloom, time for a spot of sunlight to return.
I really am fashioned to be an optimistic person. I believe You when You tell me so...else I never could have borne to rinse these stains in Your fount, my Beloved.
The cloth is so much lighter now.
It floats bright in the water--no more weight of sorrow smudging it.
The garment of praise now hangs in that same mother-breeze, drying.
Ready for wear again.
Ready for dancing.
I give my little journal a fond pat as I store it back on the shelf today.
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