Late Snow Day

⁵ I wait for the LORD, my whole being waits,  and in His word I put my hope. Psalm 130:5

The last weather event began with so many warnings, I almost hoped it would amount to another big nothing. Ahhhh but  that was not to be, we got snow! Just enough to be pretty and treacherous. Upon waking this past Monday morning I ran to the window to see the latest masterpiece created by God.  I will also admit to looking for a delayed start to the day.  Texas driving skills and vehicle gave me pause and moments to pray for wisdom.  So, I waited, watched news and waited.

Grateful was I for wisdom of the day’s delay as it permitted a cup of coffee in a house mug rather than the usual travel mug and most importantly, additional time for morning worship.  Waiting slowed me down enough to offer longer prayers, read more verses and give a few extra moments of praise.   Children enjoy snow days as a break from the scholastic schedule, never taking into consideration that delay will be tacked on to the end of the school year, when the sun shines brightest and days for playing in the sun are longer.   Waiting on the Lord is never time wasted, waiting permits His good and perfect work and will do be completed, in His time.

Making His praise glorious!

Ree

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Who Am I?

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Psalm 45:9 Daughters of kings are among your honored women; at your right hand is the royal bride in gold of Ophir.”

 Who are you?  Where are you from? What do you do?   Many times I have been asked these very questions and had my tongue get stuck in the acrobatics of forming a witty, relevant, on point response.   By reflexive rote, I would state my name, somehow weaving in that I am someone’s daughter, mother sister or spouse.  The reality of me had become so intertwined and enmeshed with others that I could not clearly state who I was.   I neglected to take the time to follow the ball of tangled string in order figure out who I truly am.  That task was something I could not or was unwilling to do until God stepped in and pulled on the string and began the unraveling of the jumbled strings to clarify my discovery.   Only with His hand upon me was that the truth of who I am revealed.  While my life is still tied to others, I can now state with pride that I am a child of God, a writer, knitter,  a daughter, and prayerfully a servant in the service of the same God who calls me daughter!  This same God who freed slave redeemed and remade my seemingly insignificant life by simply claiming me and calling me His own! 
 
Making His praise glorious!

Ree
 

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