I woke this morning to a cold house. Our wood stove normally runs us out of here with its heat but the temperatures last night were just too much. I dreaded throwing back the covers to stoke the flames and fetch more wood. And then I saw three of my children come from the back bedroom determined to do it for me. And I realized maybe things werent so cold in here after all. I walked into the kitchen and saw the dishes left from the night before. The cluttered counter told of failed compliance by one of my older boys. But then he rounded the corner and, with a sincerity that was undeniable, apologized for leaving the mess. He set to work putting action behind his words. My kitchen stood clean once again. And I was reminded there is good hidden behind the not-so-good if only wed give it a chance to shine. My twins got into a squabble and I felt myself tense up wondering when these two, so inseparable in every way, would learn to speak words of peace even when provoked. But a moment later I saw my daughters go to them, kneel down and breathe that very peace into their little hearts. I watched as they prayed together and then stood with smiles and not a trace of frustration. And then I remembered that good triumphs evil even when all seems lost. I watched my oldest boy holding one of the smallest boys and saw how they laughed together. I watched my daughter rock my baby, singing sweetly as he stared up at her and saw the tenderest of love. I watched my big boys tussle and nearly ordered them to stop but then I saw the huge grins they flashed each other and suddenly I knew they were speaking each others language. I can read the headlines and see the ugly. I can have that ugly sneak into my home in a hundred different little ways. But what keeps me moving forward is the story I see being written right before my eyes, by the hand of One who can bring the best from the absolute very worst. And so I trudge through this day with you, weathering the bad times and looking to Him for the good. Because if we do that, when the sun sets on our efforts well hear His gentle voice say, Well done. My good and faithful servant...well done. You fell and you failed. You messed up in every conceivable way, yet you clung to Me. And for that I count you worthy. Cling with me, wont you? Posted this morning by my friend Kasey at Walking Redeemed.
Posted on: Thu, 08 Jan 2015 18:37:11 +0000
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