Being Mean

Poetry

This morning on the way to school, my 4 year old said “sometimes Caleb (his 7 yr old brother) is mean to me. So sometimes will you be mean to him too?”  I laughed a little on the inside thinking “of course I won’t be mean to your brother because he was mean to you. He’s my son too.”  

Then I wondered if that’s how it sounds to God when we wish He would “repay” the wrongs done to us. He hears us, gently smiles, understands why we feel that way but then reminds us that the person who hurt us is His child too.  And instead of “being mean to them”, He disciplines out of love and infinite wisdom, knowing exactly what each of us needs.  He provides mercy upon mercy just as He has done for me…. and for that, I am extremely grateful.

In the broken, In the silence

I sit and wait

Your hand is at work
I watch and pray
I give You the pieces
I trust what You say

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In His Care

Poetry

My heart is not in want

You provide all I need

To recognize and appreciate that

Is something new indeed

All that matters is how You see me

You say I’m a child of the King

You say I’m precious and forgiven

You see in my heart, all things unseen

I will look to You

my great defender

You guide my steps

To You only will I surrender

Shelter me 

in Your dwelling place

beneath Your wings

Secure in Your love and grace.

“For our struggle is not against human opponents, but against rulers, authorities, cosmic powers in the darkness around us, and evil spiritual forces in the heavenly realm.”

Ephesians 6:12