This little corner has been quiet for days - my heart occupied with other things. It's focus my precious husband - praying fervently for him. I could hardly think of another thing - just asking the Lord for healing in that one, fragile eye. Begging to touch the hem of His garment, to gather the crumbs from the table.
In the process, (and it's always a process for me) I've walked with Him through valleys and soared over mountains. I've rested in faith and cried tears of doubt and fear. Truths I thought sealed tightly in my heart sometimes felt out of reach. I walked familiar paths and sometimes lost my way.
I didn't get the the gift I prayed for - wrapped in my own wisdom and understanding. He gave me His gift - wrapped in love and grace. I'll write about it soon.
On this morning, with sunshine peeking through the clouds, I simply long to be like that sweet little baby in the picture. We saw her sleeping there in the tall grass yesterday. Sleeping - out in the big, wide, scary world; trusting her Mama would be back soon to get her. Knowing it would be all right.
I'm sharing encouraging words from the Word this weekend. Words He gave me when I cried out to Him:
"In times of trouble, may the Lord answer your cry.
May the name of the God of Jacob keep you safe from all harm.
May He send you help from His sanctuary
and strengthen you from Jerusalem.
May He remember all your gifts
and look favorably on your burnt offerings.
May He grant your heart's desires
and make all your plans succeed.
May we shout for joy when we hear of your victory
and raise a victory banner in the name of our God.
May the Lord answer all your prayers."
Psalm 20: 1-5
Have a blessed weekend dear friends,
Linda
