Thursday, October 6, 2011
The last of my laundry is finished, the dishes are in the dishwasher and
the kitchen is cleaned up after dinner. The sun is beginning
to set and quiet settles down on my household. Like a warm
blanket on a cold night.
The wind is blowing in the tree tops and the cottonwoods,
are shimmering in the last of the light from this lovely day.
As I sit and ponder how blessed I am at this moment in time.
All I can say, is I am thankful.
Amy Carmichael was a missionary to India and she wrote this poem
that comes to my thoughts on nights like tonight.
"Thou art the Lord who slept upon the pillow,
Thou art the Lord who soothed the furious sea,
What matter beating wind and tossing billow
If only we are in the boat with Thee!
Hold us in the quiet through the age-long minute
While Thou art silent, and the wind is shrill;
Can the boat sink while Thou, dear Lord, art in it?
Can the heart faint that waiteth on Thy will?
Have you ever stood in that age-long-minute and waited?
I know I have and counted the breaths as I sat. When time
seems to stand still and it seems as if waiting has become
a way of life.
Tomorrow we might get to find out what the newest addition
to our family will be, and whether it is a girl or a boy.
So my day will drag as I pace around waiting to know how the baby is
and how the Mommy is and knowing that sometimes waiting is
a good thing.
When my girls are pregnant they are adorable.
I was the size of a barn. So I enjoy seeing how pretty they are.
Have a lovely Friday,