The days seem to travel through my life, rather than my life traveling through the days….when I do not cling tight to the hem of the one who desires to show me the way.
His Words resound in my heart like a beautiful love song, when I allow them to seep into this heart.
The busyness of boys, their loud noises, their silly ways and the open heart of a girl who loves deeply and lives outloud the reality that this life is not one full of grace.
But, His is.
I sit and I ponder, I bow my head and pray…..they are not far from Cain and Abel, yet what did Adam and Eve really know about parenting? Were they graceful in it?
They were blessed to walk in the garden with the one who created all. The I am…..
Yet, even the words of two brothers, spilled blood shows that from the fall, all men will battle against their own soul to win the pride-desired ruin…..rather than truly knowing from birth that all we need is to hold to the hem and accept that
Graceful love He has to offer…that He gave so freely.
His act of love upon that tree. He did not seek to hurt those who hurled the insults at him….
Here, he shed His grace, his love and mercy
His graceful heart.
And I sit and say “It’s too hard – this parenting and teaching gig I have thrown my whole self into.” and I beg for the mercy and graceful endurance that He had…to transform this sinful heart…desiring the flesh to be satisfied with a full night of sleep…for the little nuances of life to be taken away…
and quickly, He shares with me, the hurt, the pain, the sufferings others endure…
My heart is filled with His Graceful love…
and I lift my head and see their hearts, worn upon their faces….their eyes seeking to see the love of the Father, their lips prepared to smile…their arms, always open for this broken Mama…..enveloping me with the love and the graceful hugs, I prayed for for so long…
and he reminds me…
I can do everything through him who gives me strength….. Philippians 4:13