I was frustrated with having to deal with the whole clothes thing. But, I was also frustrated because it caused me to wrestle within myself over how I believed on the outside things and the inside things. I don't consider it a battle and who won. I offered choices, choices were rejected. Not without some thoughtful dialogue. My daughter wrote me a note, letting me know that I hadn't asked her how those clothes might make her feel and how it really needed to be her choice. So, I guess she can be okay with her choices, even at an early age. I just hope society doesn't snub her or talk bad to her. If it does, I hope she can handle it.
On to church where in Sunday School we talked about the topic of grace and finished watching the last in the series of The Grace Card study. We've been using this study for the past several weeks and watching clips from the movie and discussing the questions.
Though I had an invitation and a place to be for lunch, I declined because of this morning's craziness. I wasn't going to be good company to be around today. Dealing with kids can wear you out. And, then after church, I felt like I would be less of good company to be around today. So, I'm glad I sent regrets earlier, though I know I missed a wonderful afternoon.
On a beautiful Easter Sunday, I feel like I'm in a rabbit hole. It may just be a feeling. But, it's there. I know I desire to be a person of grace, a person that lives out a life of forgiveness and reconciliation. To me, I think I am. But, I don't know. I reach out to others, but I'm also self-centered and selfish. I don't always see the needs around me. Some times I get it right; some times I get it wrong. I guess that is where grace comes in, hopefully where grace abounds.
In the red book of "A Guide to Prayer for All God's People", there is a prayer for Easter Sunday by the Mozarabic Sacramentary that brings today into focus:
"The Day of Resurrection has dawned upon us, the day of true light and life, wherein Christ, the life of believers, arose from the dead. Let us give abundant thanks and praise to God, that while we solemnly celebrate the day of our Lord's resurrectioin, He may be pleased to bestow on us quiet peace and special gladness; so that being protected from morning to night by His favoring mercy, we may rejoice in the gift of our Redeemer. Amen." (149)
"quiet peace"-- I need more of that in my life.
The Benediction for Easter Sunday says this: "Lord Jesus, I have heard your knocking at the door of my life. Come in and abide with me. I throw open the door to you, my Lord. Come in! And never leave me. Amen." (148)
I know that God has been knocking today, from this morning until now. I wonder, is it one of the rooms I have tried to keep closed off, even if I've been unaware that I've been guarding it and have it closed? Can I not simply surrender the areas that are going to be easy to surrender? Sometimes I think I'm fully surrendered. Then, God reveals the next layer. God knocked. I'm not sure what's there to find, but the door has been opened to allow Him in to abide.
May grace and peace carry you on your journey,
~Debra
Sometimes even on Easter G-d can seem dead and maybe we need to take advice from a beautiful poem by Ray Bradbury and put toys in his tomb....
ReplyDeleteThat sounds like a great poem. By chance, do you have access to it? Something you can scan and e-mail? Or post? :) Thanks for the thoughts of toys.... God is a playful Creator.
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ReplyDeleteThanks Tony. Your words are encouraging and humbling. Blogging has become an important part of my journey. I look forward to checking out your blog. I just got on tonight and was about to post a certain message that I shared this morning. :)
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