An attempt to declare the Glory of God for what He has chosen to do with our lives. A legacy to leave to my children in the telling of it.

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

It Is Well

Along with the sunshine God has brought joy again to my heart! At least with the morning coffee and time in His word. Afternoons get hard, nights usually harder, and I am ignoring the fact that tomorrow is the 18th. But this morning~ JOY! And I'm taking it! Joy for a God who saves! Joy for a son in heaven! Joy that I can trust God until I get there!

Here's a little spiritual twist that came up in the garden yesterday while Alexis and I were planting peas. Somehow, as we were talking about Trent, the conversation turned to the subject of coveting. Coveting, in a grande form, of God's plan for Trent's life. As we mourn and weep for ourselves it is so easy to turn that sorrow into a reason to not live the lives that God gave us and to quit seeking the good works that He prepared for us to do while we are here.

Now I don't mean to dismiss mourning, not at all, but rather to point out just a glimpse of the depth of misunderstanding that we as sinful human creatures have of this almighty God and how little we really know or trust Him. This was God's plan for Trent's life, just as God plans other things for other peoples lives that He will be glorified in it.

In some way my brain is trying to wrap itself around the thought to figure out Trent's complete joy in being in heaven along with finding my own joy here (the parallel of Trent being where he is and me being where I am/heaven's joy versus earth's joy) and somehow equaling out to God's master plan throughout it all. If I've lost you in my brain tracking, don't worry, I haven't quite figured it out yet either. But somehow, in God's master plan, it is good for Trent to be in heaven while we are all still here...........

I loved these verses from Psalm 126 this morning:

Those who sow in tears will reap with songs of joy. He who goes out weeping, carrying seed to sow, will return with songs of joy, carrying sheaves with him. The Lord has done great things for us, we are filled with joy!

Yes, He has and Yes, we are!


Brande Services said...

There is something about garden theology... Somehow, someway, the garden just puts things back into perspective. It is well, my sister. Hang on to that.

Dalyn (AKA The Queen of Quite Alot) said...

thanks for putting a smile on my face today ")

Amy said...

"God has brought joy again to my heart!"

It THRILLS me to hear these words come from your mouth today! You come to my heart and mind very often and I often turn those thoughts into the Holy Spirit telling me to pray for you. I was sitting in the car on our way home from church on Sunday and you came to mind. So I went to pray for you and it is hard for me to know what to pray when I don't know exactly what you need but the One who does know and interceedes on your behalf stepped in because as I was praying "dear God help Terri with what she is going through." My heart was pulled very specifically to pray for you to have joy in your heart. That God would give you joy. "I know God you cannot take away her pain but please give her joy in the midst of her suffering" Praise God, Jesus for interceeding and the Holy Sprit for working.

OurCrazyFarm said...

I sit here amazed all over again at God~ thank you for sharing your side of this prayer Amy! I am humbled to hear that God puts me on your heart and in your prayers, and I rejoice in how He works! Terri

Anne said...

Our God is SO COOL!!! I am echoing Amy's words. Only is was yesterday instead of Sunday that I was specifically praying for JOY for you! And it was while I was working in my GARDEN and thinking of you working in yours!

Thank you for sharing so opening with us. It is a blessing to see how God puts thoughts in our minds to turn us to prayer and then you share and we can see how those prayers were so exactly answered!

It gives me goosebumps to see Him work like this!

OurCrazyFarm said...

Goosebumps here, too, Anne :)

Donna OShaughnessy said...

Oh those mud pictures...but the one of one sibling so tendery wiping the face of the other, the way he is cradling the head of the smaller one. Just like we are cradled isn't it ?