The WORD

So to say that alot has been on my mind this past week would be an understatement. A MAJOR understatement. I am completely overwhelmed, actually. Tuesday night I lay awake for hours with an active brain...rushing rushing, thoughts everywhere and in no particular order. We have much on our plate right now: we need a bigger place to live (and direction as to WHERE we are to live), we really also need a second car (although I really wish we didn't), Jason is finishing up his LD practicum (and needs to turn in a several hundred pages of reflections and reports by Jan. 28) and we are having a baby in a few weeks (or days)...and it doesn't seem possible to get it all done, let alone be at peace while we WAIT, and still be WISE in making these huge decisions.

Some days I am at peace, as if I know that since life keeps coming, I might as well keep chugging along, and other days, I seem smothered by worry and doubt. Yuck.
BUT, as I lay there Tuesday night, tossing and turning (which is getting more difficult as the days pass), prayers intermingled with rabbit trails of "what ifs" and "I wish this or that", the Lord really spoke to my heart. He did.

A Bible passage came back to me from the depths of my brain (and His grace)...
"I wait for the Lord, my soul waits,
and in his word I put my hope;
my soul waits for the Lord
more than watchmen for the morning,
more than watchmen for the morning."

I couldn't even place the passage at the time, although I remembered it was from Psalms...and that my Dad had it framed on his dresser and that it has been there as long as I can remember. I must have read it hundreds of times from different vantage points as I grew taller:) It was like sweet marinade for my weary soul on this sleepless Tuesday night. I just said it over and over to myself, and though I never really slept well that night, as I too was waiting eagerly for the morning, (or perhaps dreading it, knowing I would be starting the day with zero sleep) it did bring a precious calm to my chaotic mind. The mighty storm in my mind was stilled. His Word is my HOPE because nothing else in life is so true and so solid. Maranatha, Lord Jesus. Come, please come! And while it is temping to think that praying for His return might help me escape struggles on earth, really, remembering that He is returning puts everything else in perspective while we are here, living this life He has called us to. He is coming.

So, an encouragement to all you parents--teach The Word to your children, you may never know when they need it most, but when it is there, hidden perhaps under layers of worry and doubt, God's living and active word will RESURFACE, and bless their souls and encourage their hearts, and perhaps it will be in the middle of a sleepless night or a dark day or an emotional breakdown. What a treasure. What power. What a gift.

The passage was Psalm 130: 5-6. Rest in it.