By Mary
Life follows the same pattern, with little change from day to day, just work and play, serve and relax. And God is here, every day. My constant companion, the giver of every good gift [for from Him and through Him and to Him are all things]
Spring has come, so early on the east coast. Pear trees blooming white and full and potent and daffodils showing their sunshiney faces. They speak to my wandering heart, a reminder of my Father's faithfulness and the truth of His promises [He makes everything beautiful in its time]
Each morning I wake up and realize Alanna is one day closer to being home-and one day closer to saying goodbye to the most precious little heart-thieves I've ever known [even in laughter the heart may ache, and joy may end in grief] And even while I wonder why it has to be this way, my sore heart grows more confident in God's plans for each of those I love so dearly [leave they fatherless children, I will preserve them alive] He does all things according to His plans...to prosper, not to harm, for the glory of His name [Come, let us return to the Lord; for He has torn but He will heal us; He has stricken but He will bind us up]
Me heart is filled with prayers and wishes, love and tears and missing people. But most of all it's filled to overflowing with the daily goodness of my Lord, new every morning [now to Him who is able to do exceedingly abundantly above all that we ask or think, according to the power that works in us, to Him be glory in the church by Christ Jesus to all generations, forever and ever. Amen]
Friday, March 25, 2011
Monday, March 21, 2011
time..
by Alanna
I can feel it slipping through my fingers these days. A little boy back from the hospital, edges into the corner of my heart, and of course, God makes room. I wonder how another piece of my heart can possibly stay here in Africa when I leave. I feel King’s scratchy hair under my chin as he pulls my arms around his tummy. He wants me always to hold his hand now, as he falls asleep. So my thoughts fly back to another time, in the same room, sitting between two other beds with my arms stretched, one precious hand in each of mine. Oh how the time slips away. Before you can see the days passing, they are gone. Just a string of beautiful moments, small hands, whispers of “I love you”. I remember thinking when I came, how long six months would be. I would have so much time with them. And here is the end. Now I am counting down days instead of months, and a panic rises up in me and cries “slow down!” But really it is just a reminder to take nothing for granted. To cherish them, to love them and delight in them with every fleeting moment I have left. Really I believe this is the end of my time at TLC. I am ready to go home. But who is ever ready to say goodbye? To leave behind five months of singing them to sleep? To leave behind their hugs and their laughter and the beautiful way they smile? Their little footprints are imbedded all over my heart, never to be erased. And tonight it is ok to ache, to let myself cry for them. But God’s plans are so beyond goodbyes. A friend once told me that in heaven, all time will be redeemed. So tonight I am not only learning to cherish every moment, but I am also reminded of our redemption. Of a future that God in His great mercy has bestowed on us- a future with no heartache, no broken pieces, no tears. An eternity of worshipping and loving the Savior, and never again feeling time slip away.
I can feel it slipping through my fingers these days. A little boy back from the hospital, edges into the corner of my heart, and of course, God makes room. I wonder how another piece of my heart can possibly stay here in Africa when I leave. I feel King’s scratchy hair under my chin as he pulls my arms around his tummy. He wants me always to hold his hand now, as he falls asleep. So my thoughts fly back to another time, in the same room, sitting between two other beds with my arms stretched, one precious hand in each of mine. Oh how the time slips away. Before you can see the days passing, they are gone. Just a string of beautiful moments, small hands, whispers of “I love you”. I remember thinking when I came, how long six months would be. I would have so much time with them. And here is the end. Now I am counting down days instead of months, and a panic rises up in me and cries “slow down!” But really it is just a reminder to take nothing for granted. To cherish them, to love them and delight in them with every fleeting moment I have left. Really I believe this is the end of my time at TLC. I am ready to go home. But who is ever ready to say goodbye? To leave behind five months of singing them to sleep? To leave behind their hugs and their laughter and the beautiful way they smile? Their little footprints are imbedded all over my heart, never to be erased. And tonight it is ok to ache, to let myself cry for them. But God’s plans are so beyond goodbyes. A friend once told me that in heaven, all time will be redeemed. So tonight I am not only learning to cherish every moment, but I am also reminded of our redemption. Of a future that God in His great mercy has bestowed on us- a future with no heartache, no broken pieces, no tears. An eternity of worshipping and loving the Savior, and never again feeling time slip away.
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
surrendering
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