Because of some of the events of last week, I didn't do much writing. I didn't want to write what was really on my heart because it hurt and would not have been edifying. The weekend away helped so much to get my mind and perspective back to where it should, focused on what God says, what He's done, and what He's doing.
What He did all this week was encourage me with scripture after scripture. He reminded me that He is fully aware of what is going on in my life and that He is the defender of the righteous. I truly have been able to put the negative events in His hands.
As a child, if I had something that was broken or needed fixed, I would automatically take it to my father and place it in his large, capable hands. He would assure me that he would take care of it and I would skip gleefully on my way. That is how I picture giving my burdens to the Lord. I take them to Him and leave them there. Then I can move on into whatever the Lord has for me today and in the future.
One of my grandsons, when playing with his Pappy, would always say "Fik it, Pappy, Fik it." And Darrell would fix whatever it was that he felt was broken. T"here was no doubt in the child's face that Darrell could fix whatever wasn't working right. And there is nothing that the Lord can't redeem and restore.
Today, I'm thankful that the Lord can "Fik it".
What He did all this week was encourage me with scripture after scripture. He reminded me that He is fully aware of what is going on in my life and that He is the defender of the righteous. I truly have been able to put the negative events in His hands.
As a child, if I had something that was broken or needed fixed, I would automatically take it to my father and place it in his large, capable hands. He would assure me that he would take care of it and I would skip gleefully on my way. That is how I picture giving my burdens to the Lord. I take them to Him and leave them there. Then I can move on into whatever the Lord has for me today and in the future.
One of my grandsons, when playing with his Pappy, would always say "Fik it, Pappy, Fik it." And Darrell would fix whatever it was that he felt was broken. T"here was no doubt in the child's face that Darrell could fix whatever wasn't working right. And there is nothing that the Lord can't redeem and restore.
Today, I'm thankful that the Lord can "Fik it".