Monday, April 4, 2011
Just Seven Gifts...
Today, it's hard, counting gifts. I feel so broken. Flailing, wild-eyed, in need of rest and healing.
It shows on my face. It pours out in my words.
Just Seven Gifts? And Ann provides a sweet and lovely mini journal to write them in? Can I stop struggling in His arms long enough to count them today? Can His quiet voice and song of Love still me?
If I but ask...
1. Time with a son and his wife, full of life and gentleness and artistry
3. Tom's unfailing love
4. Good words from doctors treating my mother
5. Sunshine and warmth and the blessed hope of Spring
7. His arms around me, holding me still, shushing my struggles, calling me to His rest