Echo of words...
"She has done what she could" Mark 14:8a
Some days we do our best, and some days we don't. Life is a juggle of a struggle to keep these days persevering in the direction of Christ's work that is being completed in us. Through what seems affliction and trial lately, I felt this whisper.
"My child, you are doing just fine. My love for you is great. Continue to walk in the shadow of My wing, and I will continue to show you a better way. I see you are doing what you can do."
I trembles at this.
The awesome Creator of the universe, My Heavenly Father, takes time to show me this love?
I am such a messed up, shamed up, too late, and a dollar short kind of woman, and He still whispers these sweet kindnesses to me?
I have been overwhelmed lately with Our Father's ability to orchestrate trials in the lives of individuals that criss-cross and bend to create lessons for everyone of us.
The scripture states He draws us with His loving kindness. I think I can see that. Allowing suffering and frustration to repeat itself in our lives again and again, until we can trust-fall back into His capable, strong Hands. My Father says He will hold me with His right hand. I want to be held. I need to feel the soul hold.
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
And when I wake to a new day
I pray I do what I may
To please the Father and the Son
To worship the Spirit three in One.
"She has done what she could" Mark 14:8a
Some days we do our best, and some days we don't. Life is a juggle of a struggle to keep these days persevering in the direction of Christ's work that is being completed in us. Through what seems affliction and trial lately, I felt this whisper.
"My child, you are doing just fine. My love for you is great. Continue to walk in the shadow of My wing, and I will continue to show you a better way. I see you are doing what you can do."
I trembles at this.
The awesome Creator of the universe, My Heavenly Father, takes time to show me this love?
I am such a messed up, shamed up, too late, and a dollar short kind of woman, and He still whispers these sweet kindnesses to me?
I have been overwhelmed lately with Our Father's ability to orchestrate trials in the lives of individuals that criss-cross and bend to create lessons for everyone of us.
The scripture states He draws us with His loving kindness. I think I can see that. Allowing suffering and frustration to repeat itself in our lives again and again, until we can trust-fall back into His capable, strong Hands. My Father says He will hold me with His right hand. I want to be held. I need to feel the soul hold.
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
And when I wake to a new day
I pray I do what I may
To please the Father and the Son
To worship the Spirit three in One.
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