I thought it was over. this last day of summer. just finished with this and that..and ready to call it a night. then I read Ann's words tonight and realized it was not quite over:
"Unless we make it a habit to give thanks, we habitually give our family grief. Unless we consistently speak praise, we consistently speak poison. Unless we are intentional about giving God glory throughout the day, our days unintentionally give way to grumbling."
oh my. how i have lost sight of so much....rushing the wishing of these last days of summer away. stressed to the max..poison tongue more times than not, grumbling more than praising and habitually giving my family grief. how sad... not the way I wanted to let this summer end.
reaping what I have sowed....and not sowing well.
"It’s in praising a Savior in all things that we are we saved from discouragement in all things." - Ann
In all things....
even in this last day of summer not done well. with headaches and bad haircuts and raised voices and tears....and seperation and isolation...
it feels like a summer lost. let me not do that again. help me before it is too late and they are all gone.
this moment, I will cry..for His help. Then I will walk into each sleeping room and praise him for the blessing of them and pray a blessing over them as they start their new school year tomorrow morning.
let me know forget you in all the stuff, the busyness, the stress.
how will they ever see you truly, if I never focus?
O God, I have tasted Your goodness,
and it has both satisfied me
and made me thirsty for more.
I am painfully conscious of my need of further grace.
I am ashamed of my lack of desire.
O God, the Triune God,
I want to want You;
I long to be filled with longing;
I thirst to be made more thirsty still.
Show me Your glory, I pray,
so I may know You indeed.
Begin in mercy a new work of love within me…
Give me grace to rise
and follow You up from this misty lowland
where I have wandered so long.
In Jesus’ name. Amen.
Some would gather money Along the path of life Some would gather roses, And rest from worldly strife. But I would gather children From among the thorns of sin, I would seek an ebony curl, And a wide and toothless grin. For money cannot enter In that land of endless day ,And roses that are gathered Soon will wilt along the way. But oh, the laughing children ,As I cross the sunset sea, And the gates swing wide to heaven ,I can take them in with me! ~Author Unknown~
“God wins us, not by shouting, beating us up, or starving us into submission, but by asking for an invitation to enter.
We are loved into surrender. The more we accept that he operates out of love for us, the more we will entrust ourselves to him.
Fénelon expresses this truth beautifully: "God is not a spy looking to surprise you. He is not an enemy lurking in the shadows to hurt you. God is your Father who loves you, and wants to help you if you will but trust in His goodness."