So, as something of a retrospective, here are samplings of the first posts of each month of 2008…
And so here at the end of 2007 I raise my Ebenezer, my stone of remembrance, and I say, “This far the Lord has helped me.” This far He has brought me. This far He has led me and carried me and sustained me, showing Himself faithful over and over and over again.
I’ve learned much over the last fourteen years, and I’ve made a lot of mistakes (a LOT of mistakes). I’ve seen my own frailty and failures as a mother, over and over and over again. But I’ve also seen joy, great joy, and love, overwhelming love.
Let’s also trust Him to work out the very ordinary and mundane details of our lives to achieve His purposes and accomplish His plan, even when we wonder if He is at work at all. Ruth and Naomi had no idea of God’s redemptive plan unfolding around them; they did not know the miracle of redemption He would achieve through their seemingly insignificant choices.
However, if nothing else, our (lingering) illness has served to remind me of the perishable nature of this present world. We age. We get sick. Unless Jesus returns, we will all die. Yet we who belong to Christ have a glorious inheritance, an eternal dwelling place in the presence of Lord God Almighty and the Lamb, the blessed hope of no more mourning or crying or pain or sickness. No more!
Seeking to trust the Lord’s sovereignty in a specific situation. Wanting to be in control, sometimes striving to manipulate, and ultimately learning to surrender it all to Him. He is working it out, this I must believe.
Is there a category for humble, ordinary women just trying to live for the glory of God in the middle of the mess of their lives? If yes, then that’s me, the ordinary clay pot blogger who longs to reveal the Treasure within–with her life, and with her words.
Returning…from a two week blog break. Two weeks is a long time in blog reckoning. I’ll be honest, I feel a little nervous. And careful. Tiptoeing around my words with the awkwardness of a new (or long lost) acquaintance.
The big FOUR-ZERO.
But can I just say sometimes I dread waking up the morning because I wonder what this day will bring? And that sometimes I want to escape? To hide? To go back to bed and wake up next year? That sometimes I want desperately to run far, far away?
Speaking of not-so-pretty-nor-so-pleasant, that’s been my mood for the most part. Hence, not much blogging. Whatever I find to write usually makes the turn from my usual melancholy to melodramatic and, good grief, who wants to read that?
Speaking of next year, how in the world is it DECEMBER already?