Fleta R. Robinson
Most mornings I awaken to a hymn of faith “singing” in my mind. Delightful! Encouraging!
Yesterday I woke up rested and refreshed. (Ahhh – thank you Heavenly Father!) Duties were being accomplished one by one. Contacts with co-workers, neighbors and guests went well – it was a GOOD day. I was grateful.
Then it happened.
A familiar enemy struck unexpectedly. Oh no, Anxiety, not you again.
Momentarily I felt overwhelmed and afraid. I angrily lashed back. Wrong response. Very wrong.
Though tears I apologized to the one I exploded in front of, and to the Dear Lord. When will I ever learn to leave that enemy for God to care for?
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One day long ago I was caring for a precious tiny grandson while his mother was bedfast. When he asked to do a specific thing, I said we would do that at bedtime. His dear little face looked troubled as he earnestly explained, “It’s yeas and yeas ‘till bedtime!”
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Sometimes it seems like it will be “yeas and yeas” (years and years) before I can recognize – and ignore – this enemy of my soul. I must have an immature perspective and do not comprehend God’s timing and His ever-present help. Do I actually forget I’m a child of the King of Kings?!
This morning I awakened to this song of hope:
My heart shall
sing when I pause to remember
A heartache here is but a stepping stone . . .
This troubled world is not my final home.
Until then my heart shall go on singing.
Until then with joy I’ll carry on.
Until the day my eyes behold the city.
Until the day God calls me home. *
* Stuart Hamblen, 1958
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