Here I sit thinking
easy versus hard
known versus not
my control versus His
trust versus taking it into my hands
It’s been an interesting week with lots of thoughts running through my head. Lot’s of ideas and honestly it has hit me today that in the midst of all these wandering ideas, there has been little prayer.
Little thought to laying it all before the Lord and then just waiting.
Part of me feels like I have been waiting and done a good job (big laugh here)
but a big part of me realizes that that is beyond untrue.
This path of waiting is not over.
This path of trusting has just begun.
I have stopped listening to the desires of my heart…that He put there…and started listening to
this place we are in.
But today I stop. I take those thoughts captive.
I begin the process of waiting.
Waiting and seeing what the Lord will do. I bring myself back to the place I was. The place of letting go and realizing that I cannot ever begin to order my life the way He can.
Oh, the depth of the riches of the wisdom and knowledge of God!
How unsearchable his judgments,
and his paths beyond tracing out!
“Who has known the mind of the Lord?
Or who has been his counselor?”
“Who has ever given to God,
that God should repay them?”
For from him and through him and for him are all things.
To him be the glory forever! Amen. (from Romans 11)
And in this place of waiting I choose to capture these anxious thoughts; these thoughts that try to take over and make a plan and these thoughts that refuse to trust in His goodness…for He is good. In this place I choose to be thankful and I choose the practice of letting go.
60. a husband who stays up with me in the midst of a storm
61. listening to my girl sing songs
62. a few minutes upstairs
63. freedom to do with my day
64. helping a friend find a new home
65. shelter amidst wind and rain
66. His goodness to me
67. His faithfulness to me when I am oh so unfaithful
68. a pink sky as the sun sets
69. puddle jumping with little ones after a rough storm
70. the wonder of creation through the eyes of my little people