Friday, October 9, 2015

miss m and me

My eldest sweetling is on my mind this afternoon. She has continued her habit of writing notes and leaving them for me on my bedside table. How I cherish them! This week brought a new day for us in the note passing. She wrote a one and a half page missive on her struggles and frustrations this week --and hand delivered it to me with a very stern countenance. She had quite a lot to say, and her eyes were flashing as fiercely as I have ever seen them! She stood quietly by and watched and waited as I read through the note.

I gave her a hug and told her that I wanted some time to think things over, and that I would talk through everything with her the next day.

Once again, I found myself thankful beyond words that the Father has made a way for M and me to communicate. Even when it's a big subject or a hard subject or an embarrassing subject, we find ourselves finding a way to share. O my heart!

Too, there is the method. She was angry to the point of tears about some of the things she had to say. But she did not scream and stomp. She used her words... on paper... with lots of capitals and exclamation points, mind you... but respectfully and with humor as well, knowing that I would read everything and that I would talk back through it word by word with her. So that I could make sure that I understand. So that she knows I am there as best I can be with her, trying, hoping, loving, hearing.

And finally, to find that she is struggling with, asking about, hoping for many of the same things I have (or am). That we are given a common ground, a place to stand together. Even though I cannot fully know her heart or she mine, we can relate, resolve, relinquish together.

Just counting up the thankful things this afternoon with my sweet girl in mind ♥

Thursday, October 8, 2015

just come

Is it not humiliating to be told that we must come to Jesus! Think of the things we will not come to Jesus about. If you want to know how real you are, test yourself by these words -- "Come unto Me."

In every degree in which you are not real, you will dispute rather than come, you will quibble rather than come, you will go through sorrow rather than come, you will do anything rather than come the last lap of unutterable foolishness -- "Just as I am."

As long as you have the tiniest bit of spiritual impertinence, it will always reveal itself in the fact that you are expecting God to tell you to do a big thing, and all He is telling you to do is to "come."

Spending some time with Matthew and Uncle Oswald today ♥

Matthew, chapter 11
My Utmost for His Highest by Oswald Chambers