If I do try to rest in the heart of God, what do I sense?
- Marriages in trouble (clients)
- Women who do not feel cherished by their husbands
- Children (Joey P) who are not cherished by their parents
- Children (John L) who are not understood by their parents or teachers
- My own husband's sacrificial toil at a distant job for the sake of our daughters' education
- A messy, violent, vicious world (a Bangladeshi teen of 14 tender years whipped to death for "adultery" when it was really rape)
- A call to rest--really rest, really trust, really surrender all the anxiety about the future of my daughters (education, spouses) and my husband (almost 50 and tiring intellectually)
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| This reminds me of me. I am on a journey, and I need to stop from time to time and rest. Love the dog companion, although I wish it was a Sheltie! |
(Oops. DH came home earlier than I expected and surprised me! Since this and my other blog are totally private, between God and me, I closed out without officially logging off. I am so grateful that a draft was saved! But I'm at work now and can't spend too much time. :( Later--and I crave this time.)
