It is good to be a child of the Most High God! My heart was glad within me when He said, “Come, sit with Me a while and share My thoughts”. My delight is in the Lord and the Light of His countenance! Come and sup with me, My Lord, and tell me of the mysteries of Your Love. Show me the secrets of Your High Place that I might know Your heart. Let me soar with You across the endless skies and delight with You in the deepest oceans. For Your love is vast beyond imagining, and Your thoughts towards me out number all the starry host of the night skies. Speak with me in the secret places of my heart and guide my steps with Your wisdom. Flow through me all the days of my life that I would bring blessing and honor to Your Name. Oh yes, my soul, it is good to be a child of the Most High!
I am sitting out on my front porch having lunch today and thankfulness has welled up inside me. I am so thankful for my wonderful porch furniture. It has been such a joy to sit out here with my tea and my Bible in the mornings and just spend time with Papa. I am also thankful for a porch to put it on! I am also incredibly thankful that it is11:45 am and I am outside and I am NOT SWEATING! For those of you not living inOklahoma, this is a glorious thing. We broke the long-standing record of days over 100 degrees this summer. (There were over 50-after that I stopped counting) I have to confess that I was not rooting for that particular accomplishment, but we made it even without my support. 🙂
Seriously, though, I am thankful for many things today, but I am most thankful for the stretching that I have gone through in the past few months. This stretching has been and is and will be sometimes hard, sometimes painful, and always outside my comfort zone. Papa is so faithful to give us what we ask of Him. I asked Him to remove everything in me that would hinder me from knowing Him and walking with Him like Jesus did. And through it all I have been surrounded by grace. Grace for the learning and grace for the teaching. Grace for the victory and grace for the failure. Grace for the moment and grace for the season. The Bible tells us that His mercies are new every morning. What grace! What love! And if that grace was the only thing I had, it would be abundantly more than enough with fill my soul with thanksgiving!
What are you thankful for today? I would love to hear about the blessings in your life!
My baby girl started working full-time last week. Or nearly full-time – 35 hours. At the age of 16 she has finished high school and is seeking direction for her life. She knows what she wants to do, just not exactly how and when. So in the meantime she is kind of in limbo. It is unfortunate that our society has no rite of passage for our young people. At 16 she is a very mature young lady, but because of her age is unable to pursue several options that are available to 18-year olds. This has caused much frustration and has contributed to the limbo state.
I also have been seeking direction and wisdom for this time. This is almost as difficult for me as it is for her. As a mom, how do I transition from having a highschooler to having a graduated, full-time working, young woman in my household? I told her the other day that this is a process that we are going through together. And because it’s new territory for both of us, we need to work through it together.
How much freedom is appropriate for a 16-year old high school graduate? How much is too much? Too little? Where do I let go? Where do I hold on? Do I allow her to make her own decisions about everything, or do I still retain veto power in some areas? What about household chores? What about curfews? The questions are endless. I guess I missed that class in Mommy School.
Don’t get me wrong, it’s not that I don’t trust her or her judgment. As I said before she’s very mature. She’s hard-working, extremely capable, and smart. She has a strong foundation of right and wrong and doesn’t follow the crowd. So what is it then? Why is this so hard? I think it’s this: I’m afraid I haven’t prepared her for something the world may throw at her, and I won’t be there to protect her. As a single mom for most of my children’s lives, I have assumed the responsibility of protector for them. That is an area that Father has been teaching me in recently. It is actually not my responsibility to “protect” them from the world at this age. It is my responsibility to point them to Father as protector.
My daughter is not ignorant of the world. She has a strong sense of who she is. She has a vision for her life that burns fiercely. And she has a relationship with Father that is growing as she learns to listen for His voice. So, as I daily, sometimes hourly, give this care into Father’s very capable hands, He is gently helping us make this transition. And as we move from mother and daughter toward two women following after God living in the same house, I am confident that special joys await us along this road.