This morning has been the very definition of perfect.<\/p>\n
Waking up with sun, knowing that I have plenty of time to do whatever I want to do.<\/p>\n
Spending hours in the Word, digging deep into I John, letting the Word transform me.<\/p>\n
Getting dressed and going to my car to get my hairbrush (which I left there yesterday after a rather rushed morning).<\/p>\n
Bringing in the waffle blocks I’d bought at a used store last week. Searching for the perfect striped twill I’d gotten a few weeks before to make toy bags with. Cutting out a bag in the right size.<\/p>\n
Seeing that my sewing machine was already threaded with black thread and deciding to get my black mending done while I was at it. Having plenty of time to mend several dresses and a couple pairs of slacks, even to rip out a seam that I wasn’t satisfied with.<\/p>\n
Changing to white thread and whipping up the toy bag. Running the rope in the casing and filling the bag with waffle blocks.<\/p>\n
Making my breakfast and enjoying it while writing a blog post.<\/p>\n
No morning could be better.<\/p>\n
Yet even in this, my heart is not content.<\/p>\n
Like Naomi, returning to her homeland when God has visited His people with food, I entreat those around me to call me Mara.<\/p>\n
God may have abundantly blessed me with today, but I am bitter that this is not my every morning. I am bitter that I have no children to play with my waffle blocks, no someone to admire my recently altered dress. I am bitter that I must work long hours in the world, leaving few for the home where I love to be.<\/p>\n
I speak to my soul, telling it to be quiet. “Be still. Be at rest. Rejoice in the day that the Lord has given you.”<\/p>\n
My heart does not want to listen. It wants to wallow in discontent.<\/p>\n
I must point Mara to the end of her story, to Obed, to the promise of God in Christ.<\/p>\n
I am not husband-less. I have Christ.<\/p>\n
I am not child-less. I have Christ.<\/p>\n
I am not without a Provider. I have Christ.<\/p>\n
So do not call me Mara. I am not she.<\/p>\n
Bitterness has no place in my soul.<\/p>\n
Instead, I will sing like the women singing to Naomi:<\/p>\n
“Blessed be the Lord, who has not left you this day without a redeemer, and may his name be renowned in Israel! He shall be to you a restorer of life and a nourisher of your old age, for your daughter-in-law who loves you, who is more to you than seven sons, has given birth to him.”<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
I will choose to sing with these:<\/p>\n
“Blessed be the Lord, who has not left me this day without a Redeemer. May His name be renowned in all the earth. He is my restorer of life and the nourisher of my age; for He is more to me than anything.”<\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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