Burdensome.
But if just for a few days I
Could switch places with a
Mom caring for a houseful of
Kids and a working from home
Husband, I suspect we would
Both breathe a sigh of relief when
We reverted back to our normal
Lifestyles.
Staying secluded at home alone is
Burdensome. But if just for a few days I Could switch places with a Mom caring for a houseful of Kids and a working from home Husband, I suspect we would Both breathe a sigh of relief when We reverted back to our normal Lifestyles.
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David was running for his life,
Sadly, from his own son, and in His desperate situation, he Cried out to God. "MANY are rising against me. MANY are my foes. MANY thousands surround me." * But in his anguish he switched his Focus to the faithful One. "You, O Lord are a shield about Me." The two of them were a majority. Lord, when I feel greatly outnumbered in A society that is ever spiraling downward. When I feel inept at standing for the Truth against tremendous odds, Help me to fix my eyes on You, and Not the many * Psalm 3 It's time to get started on gardens.
My mom had a huge one. I detested the weeding but Delighted in its bounty. Nothing tastes better than freshly Picked peas cooked in a creamy White sauce. My brother inherited our mother's love For gardening, but his efforts Weren't always understood. Once a neighbor boy walked over and Asked him, "What are you doing?" "I'm working in my garden." "My dad was wrong," the boy replied. "He said you didn't know what you were Doing." An illustration from Pastor Mike's sermon this morning
God isn't sitting on a mountain top Watching as people claw their way up To Him. He's standing on the edge of a cliff Extending a rope to the people who are Drowning in the ocean below. Those of us who grab on to the rope Discover that it is Jesus Who is latching On to us. And He lifts us to the safety of His Father's arms. "I am the way, the truth, and the life. No man comes to the Father except through Me." John 14:7 I'm overwhelmed with prayer
Requests, Lord. The needs are posted on e-mail, on Facebook and from a hundred Different sources. I am bogged down with too Many problems, too many hurting People and not enough hours in a Day or the emotional stamina to Address them all. Please prick my heart to pray for Those You have selected for me, and Then help me to be at rest. I trust You to assign the myriad of Requests to other willing warriors. Recently I've had intense dreams.
I revert back to my teaching days and Find myself woefully unprepared, Unable to find my classroom and Not even knowing the names of My preschoolers. I wake up frustrated. And then the pandemic looms. This morning I made myself Smile. I took the effort to force my Lips upward into a grin. It didn't change anything, Except my mood. Jesus, You want my life to be
Free from fear and Filled with hope. You offer me rest for my weary Soul and peace for my Troubled spirit. If you would just take away my Tribulations I wouldn't need these Special mercies. But then, I wouldn't realize how Much I need You. Had I read the coupon correctly?
1 cent coffee? At Tim Hortons, the voice over the Drive thru speaker said, "Yes." With 3 timbits, my bill came to a dollar. I drove a few minutes north to a Secluded spot in a parking lot that Overlooked a grassy knoll abounding With dandelions. The wind heaved my car a bit. I was content to sip my warm brew Seated inside. Like a kid I tried to find figures in The clouds. I spied a fish before it quickly Dissipated, and the head of a Bird with a crooked beak. Overhead was a live bird, a Vulture searching for its prey on this Cool sunny day. From a distance I could see that the Buds were beginning to bulge on the Bare limbed trees, and of course, the Evergreens were their ever soothing Green. I wasn't alone in my car. I talked to God while I nibbled the tasty Honey dipped donut holes trying to Make them last. I thanked Him for the bluest sky, The puffiest clouds, The dandiest dandelions, and I Thanked Him that we could enjoy His Handiwork together. (A poem from this day two years ago.)
I spoke the words out loud, "God uses imperfect people." I thought of Moses who lost his Temper, Jacob, who deceived his father, David who was both an adulterer and A murderer, Jonah, who ran away from God, Peter, who denied Jesus, and the List is endless. The imperfect roster extends all the Way to the present day to me. If God chose only perfect People, He would have no one at All to carry out His plan, Save One. |
Dorothy Kalb Hsu Seitzinger
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