Saturday, April 16, 2011
Where Ive been
Wow, I knew I had been on kind of a hiatus but I didnt realize it had been quite this long! Sorry to leave you haning (those of you that were hanging that is). Where have I been? Well, I have been dealing with a lot. On February 22, my father called me after having only ever seen him once that I was old enough to remember (and I barely remember that). Just a few short weeks later, toward the end of March, he came to visit. There has not only been that to process, but I have had a lot of other things on my mind as well. Its strange that my husband and I have had such an open and honest relationship and I could tell him most anything, but for the first time, Im feeling things that I dont even know how to adequately express. I guess some times God just works in our heart so deeply that words just arent enough to express it. Im reminded of Romans 8:26, wich says, "Likewise the Spirit also helpeth our infirmities: for we know not what we should pray for as we ought: but the Spirit itself maketh intercession for us with groanings which cannot be uttered." Sometimes, even in prayer we cant even express to God what we are feeling, let a lone make another human understand. I will try to see in the coming days if I can form some thoughts out of it all. Until then, good night and God bless.
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Isn't it great that the Lord knows the things we cannot express? You can rest in the knowledge that He is 'on it' even while you are still trying to figure out exactly what it is you are feeling. In the meantime, allow yourself some rest and just thank Him for being there to handle what you cannot explain. :X Love you!
ReplyDeleteI have been checking in, but was near to giving up hope. Totally made my day to see that you're back!!!
ReplyDeleteI hope you don't mind if I share my personal favorite prayer parable:
One day I was walking in the forest and heard a child's voice reciting the alphabet. Curious, I followed the sound of his voice and found him kneeling in a small clearing with his hands folded in front of him.
"What are you doing?" I interrupted him.
He spared me the simple glance of a child pitying an adult's need for complexity and answered, "I am praying."
With adult arrogance, I stated the obvious, "But you are only reciting the alphabet."
"Well," he indulged me once more, "I don't have the words and I trust God to know which letters to take."