Scratching, clawing, pawing, poking, excavating, delving, unearthing, grasping, breaking through to the other side. I can’t know You, Dear Lord, if I don’t even know myself! Inside, outside, topside, underneath, area, volume, or vacuum … are they all part of me … a part of You? Yes is the answer; but that doesn’t help me much!
Heaven is Your Kingdom, Lord; yet You are God With Us; how is this possible to reign everywhere at the same time? Is heaven a place? Is heaven on another plane? Since I can’t see heaven and those there, can they see me? Is this important at all? Why do I ache to see my loved ones; to make sure they are happy and doing well? I feel their presence; I wonder if they feel mine? Am I wasting precious moments of my life here on Earth pondering that which I do not and can not understand? Probably!
I am over-thinking this. Worry will not change a thing. Wishing for restoration of what was … an exercise in futility. Why and when will I be able to let this go? Dear Lord, forgive my anxious heart and mind. I still hurt from the loss; You hurt too, don’t You! Will this all become clear in time?
What is my goal here … my purpose? I am intently developing a relationship with You; that alone is mind-boggling; the Master Creator of all that is, was, and will be, chooses to spend time with me. I am awed! Beyond that, am I following that which You would have me do? Will I know? Have I known? Are my assignments many and varied? That makes sense to me.
I can’t envision my life profoundly affecting the life of another. I can look back over time and see those individuals and experiences that guarded, guided, and influenced me; that led me here-now.
Thank You, that I do not know the answers to these questions; thank You, Heavenly Father, for knowing who I am inside, outside, topside, underneath, and for knowing what I am able to contain-area, volume, or vacuum. I am so tired of scratching, clawing, pawing, poking, excavating, delving, unearthing, grasping, trying to breaking through to that which is not mine to know or understand. Soothe my wrinkled brow; relax my tense shoulders; shine Your warm light of comfort upon my face; let me rest here awhile with You. Amen
Ecclesiastes 3:1-11 God’s Word Translation
Everything has its own time, and there is a specific time for every activity under heaven:
a time to be born and
a time to die,
a time to plant and
a time to pull out what was planted,
a time to kill and
a time to heal,
a time to tear down and
a time to build up,
a time to cry and
a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and
a time to dance,
a time to scatter stones and
a time to gather them,
a time to hug and
a time to stop hugging,
a time to start looking and
a time to stop looking,
a time to keep and
a time to throw away,
a time to tear apart and
a time to sew together,
a time to keep quiet and
a time to speak out,
a time to love and
a time to hate,
a time for war and
a time for peace.
What do working people gain from their hard labor? I have seen mortals weighed down with a burden that God has placed on them. It is beautiful how God has done everything at the right time. He has put a sense of eternity in people’s minds. Yet, mortals still can’t grasp what God is doing from the beginning to the end of time.
Immortal, Invisible, God Only Wise
Walter Chalmers Smith 1867
Welsh Hymn Melody
Immortal, invisible, God only wise,
in light inaccessible hid from our eyes,
most blessed, most glorious, the Ancient of Days,
almighty, victorious, Thy great name we praise.
Unresting, unhasting, and silent as light,
nor wanting, nor wasting, Thou rulest in might:
Thy justice, like mountains high soaring above,
Thy clouds which are fountains of goodness and love.
To all, life Thou givest, to both great and small;
in all life Thou livest, the true life of all;
we blossom and flourish like leaves on the tree,
then wither and perish, but naught changeth Thee.
Thou reignest in glory, Thou dwellest in light,
Thine angels adore Thee, all veiling their sight;
all praise we would render; O help us to see
’tis only the splendor of light hideth Thee!