The thoughts of tiredness bring me to my knees. I don't know really tired . . . I've never worked that hard. Oh, I've worked long hours before I retired. But I've never done the kind of work that women in Third World countries have to endure, nor have I had to walk miles to fetch water for my children. That would be worthy of the word "tired."
The problem as I see it is that I've lost my grasp on holding God's hand each day, and thereby allowing him to walk close beside me in every moment. I need to regain that partnership, that pairing, that meaningful relationship of God's companionship, unconditional love, friendship. How is it I forget? Does God allow me to sense tiredness so that I'm unable to figure things out without him? Possibly.
For this gift of God's ever blessing love I give thanks, and for so much more --
321. The Bible
322. God's patience
323. The way God attempts to stretch me
324. Knowing God is with me during difficult choices
325. The beauty of spring breaking through the soil
326. Camellia blossoms like the pink blushing cheeks of young children
327. The knowledge that God is with my friend whose family has suffered a great loss
328. Our pastors and the choices they have had to make
329. A comfortable home
330. The written word gifted to me by so many writers who love God too
331. Joys of birthdays and celebrations
Visiting with Ann Voskamp today and counting the amazing gifts God bestows on us each day. Won't you stop by for some comfort and counting?
|A Holy Experience|