Peace and Purpose

Over the years I have at times rejoiced at the insights God has given me about the life of a believer and the marvelous character of our heavenly Father. Occasionally I pick up a piece of writing I did a long time ago and I am amazed at the amount of spiritual maturity that seems to be present. More recently I am apt to doubt where I am coming from spiritually as my time with God forms more of a hit or miss pattern{heavy on the miss}

This fall and winter have been stressful. The end of September I had knee replacement surgery. Shortly before that we decided to invite our daughter, her husband and three children to move into our house while we moved into their small garage apartment. We all still have the same address but the square footage changed dramatically. Although the move made logical sense it took awhile for my emotions to adjust. I had underestimated my claustrophobic tendencies.

These last three years or more I hurt if I stood or walked anywhere. Now that my second knee was replaced instead of pain I experienced increased energy and a desire to walk off my sense of restlessness . Each time I would go for a walk I would grab a small notebook in which I had written many Bible verses. On each walk I would pray and meditate on these verses. I had written the words to a hymn called What my hands have done-- in the same notebook. The third verse states

Thy work alone o Christ 
can ease this weight of sin.
Thy blood, o Lamb of God
 can give me peace within.
Thy love to me, o God
not mine,o Lord to thee
can rid me of this dark unrest
and set my spirit free

I may only rarely tackle deep extensive Bible studies. I know now the importance of a walk, prayer time and some verses even if it is only a half hour daily. It has become the daily pattern of my life and I am thankful.

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