I Watched God Make a Morning
As I enjoy my morning coffee and meditate on the Word by which I measure my attitude and actions, I give thanks for the many times that I have been privileged to be the caregiver for family members and given opportunity to impart calm to a soul. And this morning, my thoughts return to a time several years ago that left an indelible impression on my heart and soul.
My father had died and my father in-law needed care--It was in winter...
Frankly, I am speechless when I recall the numbers of times that I have said, "I can't do this..."
And, thankfully, because 'I' can't, Father will. So, I surrender and take the next step.
Yet another of life's experiences where I needed grace and strength to be poured out..
Years ago, as I attended to my father in-law who came to stay with us following his discharge from the hospital where he was treated for flu, my emotions were in overdrive...
My father had died late December and in early February, my dear father in-law needed care at our house while he recuperated. As I prepared his meals, gave him his morning care and yes, shaved him and served him coffee, I wiped tears away.
I was on emotional overload from the loss of my own dad, yet, the love of Jesus compelled me to step out of my grief to be useful in another's life.
Strange how my heavenly Father works, isn't it? It's okay to pull over on the side of life's highway and park under the sign that says, "grieve here," It's necessary to spend some time in prayer and reflection. From personal experience I would encourage this: After a brief time of reflection and remembering, put the car in drive and set out on the journey once again. There may be someone who needs attention that only you can minister by the Spirit. Release that emergency brake and allow your spirit to move forward.
Healing, compassionate Jesus. His Spirit in us can help someone along the way.
As a result of my current circumstances during that time, I was inspired to pen the words of this poem one morning when I opened the shades...
I Watched God Make a Morning
I watched God make a morning today,
While much of the world lay asleep.
Quiet was my mood as I gazed into the sky,
Breathless was my response---
The mystery much too deep.
As I witnessed the celestial shade,
From an unseen Hand being drawn;
The fiery red on the dark gray horizon,
Gifted me with another dawn.
From the rising of the sun to the going down of the same the LORD's name is to be praised. Psalm 113:3
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