Today I was not just a little tired, and immediately upon my baby’s wake from his morning nap which was not just a little too short, I promptly fell apart at my Daddy-God’s knee.
Immediately upon my tearful cry of desperation, He nudged me to reach out to His Tangible Word.
DAB — not working today… hmmm…. reached for BibleGateway. (I often use online resources of Bible Readings since my own Book loves to travel around the house and is never in the same place two days in a row… I am so thankful for the world wide web and high speed internet. I can listen to worship music and jump into my Father’s Voice, simultaneously, from my favorite cozy chair.)
Today’s Scripture on BG was from the following:
Psalm 121: A song of ascents.
1 I lift up my eyes to the hills—
where does my help come from?
2 My help comes from the LORD,
the Maker of heaven and earth.
3 He will not let your foot slip—
he who watches over you will not slumber;
4 indeed, he who watches over Israel
will neither slumber nor sleep.
5 The LORD watches over you—
the LORD is your shade at your right hand;
6 the sun will not harm you by day,
nor the moon by night.
7 The LORD will keep you from all harm—
he will watch over your life;
8 the LORD will watch over your coming and going
both now and forevermore.
I love it. Right at verses 3 & 4 I simply fell to pieces in pure delight. Tears were most definitely involved. My Daddy God KNOWS I need sleep! *He* is the one who does not need sleep. I felt so uplifted. It’s amazing how sometimes when I feel the weakest is when He just blesses me the most… validates me, asks me to just remain there in his ever-present love of me and ability to handle my inability. Immediate reduction of drama.
He also prompted me to email some close friends and family for prayer coverage… community is so much a part of His filling our needs… amazing, amazing. I am growing to understand how He wants to fill that need and uses people to do it, rather than my previous pattern of wanting others to fill those needs before I ever asked Him to do it.
Somehow, that minute refreshment gives me the ability to keep going…. waaaay more than I could ever whip or guilt myself into doing.
Love to you, dear Readers. May you know the comfort of that infinite, intimate touch of your Father today, too.