May there be peace within your walls
and security within your citadels.
I’m not Jerusalem, but I long for the same thing.
Peace within my walls.
Security within my citadels.
I’ve reached a chapter in my life like none other.
The old me…….busy mom of five.
Constantly picking up toys, straightening the house, entertaining little friends.
I had it. And I felt safe.
The new me………not so busy as a mom.
Toys have been exchanged for random phones, tennis shoes, notebooks.
Little friends in the house have been exchanged for big friends inviting my kids to run here or there.
That’s what I have now.
Children so quickly become adults and you realize that truly there is little more you can do to shape them, mold them, help them become the person you dream for them to be…….
And then, as I type those words, “except pray,” I feel God saying, “Tammy, Tammy, Tammy….I am listening. I hear your prayers. I love your kids. More than you. Trust me.”
And with a smile and a sigh, I know that even though the boundaries of my life have been stretched to places I cannot go, God is there.
I turn to Psalm 16:5-7, and I feel better.
LORD, you alone are my portion and my cup;
you make my lot secure.
The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places;
surely I have a delightful inheritance.
I will praise the LORD, who counsels me;
even at night my heart instructs me.
Today, if your boundary lines seem stretched beyond what you feel is “safe or secure,” trust Him with those extended places.
He is working.
You may not feel like you are in control anymore, but guess what?
And honestly, as much as I like the feeling of being in control, I trust God more than I trust myself.
I give Him everything today and ask in exchange for peace.
Thankful for all of you,