My grandson, I found myself saying,
"Another thing to worry about."
But then I caught myself and
Said instead, "Another thing to trust
Jesus for."
My changed perspective renewed my
Hope.
When another problem popped up with
My grandson, I found myself saying, "Another thing to worry about." But then I caught myself and Said instead, "Another thing to trust Jesus for." My changed perspective renewed my Hope.
0 Comments
"Hello, my name is Dorothy."
I greeted the man after church. His little son was squished in the Seat beside him. (I make it a point each Sunday to Try to meet someone new.) His name was the same as my Brother's, easy to remember. I learned that he was once a drug Addict. His life was a disaster. He rehabbed. He relapsed. He entered the faith based Program again. The ministry was a place of Refuge, and this time, a place of Deliverance. God met him there, and now the Restored man introduced me to His wife and two other children, Little ones blessed to be born after Their dad was transformed and not Before. And I learned it was a special Day, better even than a birthday. My new friend was celebrating Nine years of sobriety. "Wow! That is so great!" I gave the gentleman a hug. His story inspired me His testimony encouraged me to Keep praying for those who still Need to be delivered, and to pray For them with renewed hope. When I awoke my mind moved
To the atrocities in our world, And I found myself getting Angry. "Hold it!" I told myself. Scripture tells me to not let the Sun go down on my wrath. * The admonition surely applies to Sunrise as well. I pushed my anger aside and Thanked my Father for a good Night's sleep, for the Anticipation of a new day, and For the foundational truth That He is a forever faithful God. There's a time for righteous Anger, but not before I even get Out of bed. *Ephesians 4:26 When I have high hopes, and
They come crashing down, I must set my expectations aside and Surrender my will once again to the One who is my genuine Hope, My secure Hope, My eternal Hope. Tomorrow it may be a different one, but
The song that got me out of bed this Morning when my body and spirit rebelled Was the one that helped me cope after Jack died: "In the morning when I rise...give me Jesus. When I am alone...give me Jesus. When I come to die...give me Jesus. You can have all this world, Just give me Jesus." * As I sang the words my soul was consoled. The older I get, the less the world Appeals to me. In my 75 years I've experienced many Earthly pleasures, but they never quite Satisfy, Never quite. And when I look ahead, When I come to die, Just like Jack did, all I could Possibly want or need is Jesus. *A spiritual updated by Jeremy Camp I speak to myself, a lot.
The psalmist was also a Self talker. He spoke to his soul, Expressing his despair, and Then he spoke himself out of his Gloom by finding hope in God. I do the same. "Why are you cast down, o my soul and why are you in turmoil within me? Hope in God, for I shall again praise Him, my salvation and my God." (Psalm 42:5) When I awoke this morning I was
Disoriented. The window was on the opposite wall, My bed was facing the wrong Direction, and my lamp seemed strange. I searched for my alarm clock. Instantly I remembered I was at my Daughter's house. I pondered and wondered how it will Be when I wake up in heaven. Since night and weariness will have Passed, will I even need a bed, or A clock or a lamp? Will I have the desire to sleep? Will doors be obsolete? How will it be to never again feel Closed in or shut out, or shy, or Puffed up, or lonely or unloved? How will I contain the wonder of Being in God's presence? My dwelling will be unimaginably New, yet astonishingly familiar, and I won't be one bit disoriented. When I open my eyes I will be Surrounded by my immense welcoming Family, and I will feel perfectly at home. A friend called and shared her
Troubles. They are dire. And our nation is in distress. As I lift these insurmountable Situations to You, Father, in Return, please fill my heart with Hope. It was a beautiful day to walk on
The path across the street. I greeted a gal coming toward me. The epidemic was on our minds. "We need to be hopeful," I told her. "Amen!" she responded. But as I walked on I remembered What my Bible study friend had Shared, "Hope requires waiting." If the jogger had been nearby I would Have called out to her, "But we must be patient. We must be prepared to wait." "But if we hope for what we do not yet have, we wait for it patiently." (Romans 8:25) |
Dorothy Kalb Hsu Seitzinger
Writing poetry has helped me process and express my sorrows and joys, my concerns and blessings. "Life is hard, but God is good!" Archives
December 2020
Categories
All
|