My granddaughter’s face reflects my heart |
Yesterday I was bellyaching to God. . .
God, I’m irritated at you. You know how exhausted I am. How long this year has been. How long the past eight years have been. All of the schooling, and working, and planning, and dreaming. All of the waiting and uncertainty. All of the shattered and unfulfilled dreams. All of the insomnia. All of the emotional turbulence. What is the point? Really! Enough is enough. Time for you to step in and relieve me of my pain and discomfort. Haven’t I learned enough?
The transformation process can be miserable. Dark. Long. Difficult. Confusing. Maddening. Yet, the transformation process is crafted by hands of love. I can view it as punitive or as a privilege.
But God will.
His love rises above my bellyaching. Amidst His own tears, He does what is best for me. Never content until I experience all of Him.
Oh Love that will not let me go, I rest my weary soul in thee.
Thank you my Abba. I love you too. And, I’m sorry I lost sight of the love behind the pain. I’ll stop my bellyaching now.
Kinsey
I rest my weary soul in Thee;
I give Thee back the life I owe,
That in Thine ocean depths its flow
May richer, fuller be.
I yield my flickering torch to Thee;
My heart restores its borrowed ray,
That in Thy sunshine’s blaze its day
May brighter, fairer be.
I cannot close my heart to Thee;
I trace the rainbow through the rain,
And feel the promise is not vain
That morn shall tearless be.
I dare not ask to fly from Thee;
I lay in dust life’s glory dead,
And from the ground there blossoms red
Life that shall endless be.