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A Bundle of Myrrh

"My beloved is unto me as a bundle of myrrh." Song of Solomon 1:13

Archive for the ‘Reflecting’ Category

Look and Long for the Morrow

Wednesday, February 5th, 2014

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“Now on the day when his sons and his daughters were eating and drinking wine in their oldest brother’s house, a messenger came to Job and said, “The oxen were plowing and the donkeys feeding beside them, and the Sabeans attacked and took them. They also slew the servants with the edge of the sword, and I alone have escaped to tell you.”

While he was still speaking, another also came and said, “The fire of God fell from heaven and burned up the sheep and the servants and consumed them, and I alone have escaped to tell you.”

While he was still speaking, another also came and said, “The Chaldeans formed three bands and made a raid on the camels and took them and slew the servants with the edge of the sword, and I alone have escaped to tell you.”

While he was still speaking, another also came and said, “Your sons and your daughters were eating and drinking wine in their oldest brother’s house, and behold, a great wind came from across the wilderness and struck the four corners of the house, and it fell on the young people and they died, and I alone have escaped to tell you.”

Then Job arose and tore his robe and shaved his head, and he fell to the ground and worshiped.

He said,

“Naked I came from my mother’s womb,
And naked I shall return there.
The Lord gave and the Lord has taken away.
Blessed be the name of the Lord.”

Through all this Job did not sin nor did he blame God.” Job 1:13-22

 

I haven’t read Job in a while. I hadn’t remembered that all this calamity happened and was told to Job within minutes. I couldn’t believe it just kept coming, “While he was still speaking“. “While he was still speaking“. “While he was still speaking“.

Who of us have suffered like this? I can’t think of anyone I know. I certainly have not. But we do suffer. And as small as my suffering has been I have certainly not had the faith to say; “Blessed be the name of the Lord“.

Today I’m filled with a longing for the end of suffering that those close to me endure.

I’m surrounded by it. I would take their pain away if I could. I would say this is NOT as it should be. But that is not the way of the Cross and I am not God.

So I pray for them. And together we all say, “Come Lord Jesus”.

“But ever Thy help is the nearest when help from the earth there is none,
and ever the word that is dearest is the Word of the crucified Son;
And aye when the tempest-clouds gather, I fly for sweet shelter and peace
Through the Son to the heart of the Father, that terror and tremor may cease.

He restoreth my soul, and I praise Him whose love is my chrism and crown;
He restoreth my soul; let me raise Him a song that His mercy will own.
For often so weary of sorrow, so weary of fighting with sin,
I look and I long for the morrow, when the ransomed their freedom shall win.”

 

Missing The Music

Tuesday, February 4th, 2014

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Forgive me. I’m gonna whine for a few minutes.

When writing about the past and the things you miss, you can easily start to sound so ungrateful. So discontent. And to be honest I am both sometimes, most times.

I wouldn’t trade what I have now for anything.  I mean really.

Who wouldn’t want to have coffee with this crazy girl every morning?

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Though it’s harder than I ever knew it would be, I have been blessed with the life I always wanted.

Richer than I was, more full than I knew possible….but.

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{Pretty, Happy, Funny, Real} – Being Here

Thursday, May 9th, 2013

 

~ Capturing the context of contentment in everyday life ~

Every Thursday, at Like Mother, Like Daughter

{Pretty}

Yesterday was a beautiful rainy day. I stood at the backdoor looking out, watching the drip drip of raindrops falling into a pan left on the swing set. And I really wanted to be out there.

{Happy}

On a day like this one, grey, cool and wonderful, I wanted to breath in the wet earth, to splash and not care about the mess of muddy shoes, damp shirts, pants and hair soaked.

So I took the babies out.

After the big girls went back inside I sat and held my big boy. He watched the birds and the cars and I watched him. His chubby fingers. The little curl on his right side that wraps around to his ear. The mile long lashes.

{Funny}

He was thrilled to be damp and cold. To jump in the wet grass, to kick the drain pipe and get mud on his boots. To be the big brother to his “DeeDee” who toddled right along trying to do everything he did.

 

And I got to watch it all.

I must do this more. Get out of my kitchen, out of the laundry room. I must add “Sit, Watch, Listen” to my TO DO list.

Cuz really. How could I not?!

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But the weight of my anxieties, the strain of all the noise, the chaos that suddenly breaks out, the messes made in this house keep me “head down” plowing through all that must be done to keep me sane.

But does all the “doing” keep me sane?

This summer I’m challenging myself to “do” less. To sit more, read more, play more and see what happens.

Sit, Watch and Listen with me HERE.

 

 

 

 

Blessed in the Mess

Tuesday, March 12th, 2013

Where sin abounds, Grace much more abounds. I usually don’t see it and sometimes I flat out push it away.

But Grace still happens. When I’m not looking, while our family crowds on the couch, someone inevitably crying, tired or put out, while we sing of His love, just like that, through a few words He blesses me with a little refreshing breath, a drink of living water. And I take it gladly, in unexpected snippets.

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