Once again, dear readers, I beg forgiveness for not posting consistently. Yesterday was full from dawn to way past dusk with an unexpected but wonderful visit from grandchildren with interesting projects to complete. On Sunday, Kaley asked to spend time with Grandma and Grandpa. Who can refuse that? Sandwiched between using a four-day pass to Disney this week on school break, she wanted to come to our senior living place and have lunch in the Clubhouse and see their friends here. We had a delightful time, and of course, both of them spent a lot of time creating projects. Kaley made a diorama for her class. It was a handmade box, a park and museum in honor of Frederick Douglass. She even made tiny ducks and a fountained pond. Her younger sister was making a robotic hand that actually works! She has a book of construction projects made from household items. In this case, she used a cereal box, plastic “string” and paper towel tubes, and made a robotic arm that actually moves! She and Grandpa finished that project together. We have another family engineer, I’m thinking.
We are making progress in moving my sister from rehab to her new residence.
So, today I will post two readings from my Restore My Soul book in the hopes you need its blessings today. Thanks for the grace of forgiveness.
MY PSALM 310 RESTING IN GOD
Dear Heavenly Father, Abba, Father
This day I rejoice that in all the clamor of life,
In all the distractions, in all the busyness,
I can rest in Your Presence.
With the Psalmist, I can attest to this truth:
“I sought the Lord, and He answered me;
He delivered me from all my fears.
Those who look to Him are radiant;
Their faces are never covered with shame.
This poor man called, and the Lord heard him;
He saved him out of all his troubles.
The angel of the Lord encamps around those who fear Him
And He delivers him.” [1]
With Anna Laetitia Waring, whose hymn I love, I proclaim: “My heart is resting, O my God, /I will give thanks and sing;
My heart is at the secret source /Of every precious thing.
I thirst for springs of heavenly life,
And here all day they rise;
I seek the treasure of Thy love,/ And close at hand it lies.“I have a heritage of joy,/ That yet I must not see;
But the hand that bled to make it mine
Is keeping it for me.
And a new song is in my mouth,/ To long-loved music set;
‘Glory to Thee for all the grace/ I have not tasted yet.’“My heart is resting, O my God, My heart is in Thy care;
I hear the voice of joy and health/Resounding everywhere.
‘Thou art my portion,’/Saith my soul,
Ten thousand voices say,
And the music of their glad Amen/Will never die away.”[2]
And so, while all the babble of talking heads
And the rancor on the news,
The politics, the threats of war
The ceaseless problems posed,
I have the assured blessing to know
You’re Sovereign, You’re in charge,
Tall hedges of protection
Stand ’round me and those I love.
So as the new day dawns,
And fresh challenges arise,
I rest in Him, my only joy,
And leave this world behind.
I concentrate on Kingdom things,
Your Word, Your Presence, Your comfort, my joy,
And look at creation with wonder and awe—
I Listen to bird songs, plant my gardens and
Watch the clouds go by,
Knowing my todays and tomorrows, both
Are guided by Your hand;
You will rule from heavenly places.
So I rest here in Your peace
Until the glorious day I enter Your heavenly realm,
Bow down at Your feet, and rise to praise
Your Name eternally. Amen.
[1] Psalm 34
[2] The Hymnbook John Ribble. 406
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