It's been a very long, very busy day with lots of unexpected twists & turns -- some good, some not, some painful and confusing (nothing drastic, just the life of the divorcee-to-be). It is definitely time to rest my weary head.
But for some reason, I really feel that I need to record this first. Yesterday as I was going about my day in "prayer in the heart" mode -- you know, when you're not formally praying but still communing in a way -- the following thought came into my head: "Father, really, you don't need to give me all of your tender mercies. There are lots of people hurting, and I don't want you to run out. I'll be okay, I can share."
Naturally, if I had taken the time to actually formulate that thought into language, I would have realized how silly it was long before I reached the end of the sentence. Fortunately for us all, God's goodness is not a finite resource. Besides which, who would seriously request fewer blessings?
Still, the fact remains that that's how I felt. I was once promised that the Lord would literally open the windows of heaven and shower out blessings, such that there would not be room to receive them. And God keeps his promises.
And on that thought, I bid you goodnight.
Merci Dieu.
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