There is a area of my life in which I am recurringly stabbed with a sense of being unappreciated and lacking value. When I start to think that I’m “over it,” something invariably happens to rip off a scab that should be long healed.
This doesn’t involve anyone in my family or even events/people that I am currently close to, yet it brings me to my knees over and over. I know that there are still things that my Father longs to teach me through this, and oh, how I long to learn them! I am obviously missing a piece of the puzzle.
Some blessings of balm to me today…
*** “A disciple is not above his teacher, nor a servant above his master. It is enough for the disciple to be like his teacher, and the servant like his master.” ~Matthew 10:24-25
Oh, may I be like my Master, willing to serve, to lay down my life, and to entrust myself to Him who judges righteously, instead of looking to people for my “reward.”
*** “I slept and I dreamed that life is all joy. I woke and I saw that life is all service. I served and I saw that service is joy.” ~Kahlil Gibran
*** And this song, Nothing is Wasted, by Jason Gray. You can listen to it for free at the link, and the lyrics touch me in various areas. But right now, in this current trial, the first verse and chorus were such a blessing as I listened to them this afternoon.
The hurt that broke your heart
And left you trembling in the dark
Feeling lost and alone
Will tell you hope’s a lie
But what if every tear you cry
Will seed the ground where joy will grow
Nothing is wasted
Nothing is wasted
In the hands of our redeemer
Nothing is wasted
~Jason Gray/Jason Ingram/Doug McKelvey
I am content and thankful this evening, though still a bit heartsore and emotionally weary. I’m thankful that my loving Father will continue to patiently and tenderly teach this little child to love and serve like He does.
Oh, my sweet Laurel! My hearts cries when you hurt. I am praying for this “thorn” of hurt to be removed…that you will not be pricked again and again by it.
I love you,
Mama