Just a Daisy in the Meadow

There is much to wail for . . . In our country, in our church, in our families, in our own personal lives . . . This is something we women are called to do . . . weep and pray . . .

” . . . It is because they have forsaken my law, which I have set before them;

They have not obeyed me or followed my law.

Instead they have followed the stubbornness of their hearts . . . .

Call for the wailing women to come . . .

Let them come quickly and wail over us till our eyes overflow with tears and waters streams from our eyelids . . . .

Now, O women, hear the word of the Lord:

Open your ears to the words of His mouth.

Teach your daughters how to wail;

Teach one another a lament.

Death has climbed in through our windows

And has entered our fortresses;

It has cut off the children from the streets

And the young men from the public squares.”

-The Weeping Prophet – Jeremiah 9: 13-20

Needing prayer and God’s power more than ever today . . . . . Just thankful for the “rain” . . .  praying for a rainbow . . .  tears and heartache cloud my soul . . .

” . . . from sin’s fetters He will free us

Till finally we wear the victor’s crown . . .”

We’ve been praying about moving . . .

And in keeping with tradition ,  and in preparation for the future . . .

We are taking down this deck (and the house next month) for lumber.  I’m enjoying this working together project, and the children are all excited of course, getting to use hammers for “real”!

And wouldn’t you know . . . that very first evening . . . the beginning of our work of this kind . . . we had a shower of rain . . . and a rainbow!!!   . . .  Rainbows have that feeling of awe . . . of blessing . . . of God’s hand . . . of His closeness . . .

This is one of the best things . . . I love hearing the words of praise and petition being uttered from their little lips . . .a sweet incense . . .

“Let my prayer be set before You as incense;

The lifting up of my hands as the evening sacrifice.” – Psalm 141:2

I’m going through “Prayer Portions” again by Sylvia Gunter.  Ever hear of it or read it?  She describes it as an instruction manual on prayer.  I highly recommend it . . . It has been a tremendous resource for me.  Here’s her web site  www.thefathersbusiness.com

What constitutes a simple life . . . for you?

“I have been crucified with Christ:

It is no longer I who live, but Christ lives in me; . . .” – Galations 2:20a

“I will go before you,

And make the crooked places straight;

I will break in peices the gates of bronze

And cut the bars of iron.

I will give you the treasures of darkness a

And hidden riches of secret places.

That you may know that I the Lord,

Who call you by your name,

Am the God of Israel . . .

I have called you by your name;

I have named you,

Though you have not known Me . . .

I make peace and create calamity, I the Lord do all these things . . .”

As I look ahead . . . I start to worry and fret . . . . It seems the more I have to do, the less time and energy I have to do it . . . (of course I am speaking at a down time . . . a time of cleaning out the van, dealing with mud and sand, lots of laundry from a trip and relating to grumpy children) . . . and I think ahead of getting ready to leave for our long trip  in about a month . . . early Monday morning after a weekend of church camp out and it looks mountainous! I want the house clean not only for my sake this time, but because their will be another family using it for a week while we are gone . .  . and I would like to start out rested up (Ha!) . . . . you know how it is . . .

And so I wonder and have wondered so many times in the last few years, why it is or why did God make it so that the more little ones we have, the more needs to be done and the busier we are, the less time time we have to do it . . .  there’s more laundry, more dirt brought in, more squabbles to settle, more hurts to kiss, more, more, more . . .

I know the children ARE much more of a help now then they were three years ago . . . or two years ago . . .  even one year makes a BIG difference . . .  but still . . .

And so the only thing there is to do  (maybe that’s why God has it this way) is to step back into his arms and trust that everything will come out alright . . .  no, the house may very well embarrass me, but I will have to let go and let God do a work in my heart of releasing and committing my life in His care and REST there . . .

Ever sing this song?   . . . “Fret not, He’s watching over you, Fret not the Lord will see you through . . . Commit thy way unto the Lord, all you need He will afford, Never fret or be oppressed, commit and trust, delight and rest . . .”

“Commit your way to the Lord,

Trust also in Him . . .” Psalm 37:5a