Prayer for a H U S B A N D

 Prayer for a H U S B A N D 

This man for me that thou
Hast given.
A good gift bought by blood, and shriven.
Bless his rest
And bless his waking.
Bless his giving
And his taking.
Him thy servant
Thou his good,
Bless him in his servanthood.
In your image
Wast he created,
Bless him as Thou art celebrated.
Thou O Father
Him thy son,
Bless through him now everyone. 

A U T U M N 2020

                                                    A U T U M N  2020

      I love the ocean. The vastness, the ever- changing color, the restless crashing of the waves as countless thousands of gallons of water are weighed and measured upon the sands. The birds skittering on the beach and dipping and wheeling above the waves. A lone whale, cavorting just within view, making us feel like all of creation was made to be enjoyed.
Which it was. 

   What a heartbreak for the Father to see the things we've done to it, and to ourselves.
   While we were yet sinners, Christ died for us. 

While we were yet sinners? I'm still a sinner. All of the heinous and most grievous sins I've committed against both God and man were committed after accepting Christ. How can he have been so gracious, and continue in it? How can he have seen the future of that seven year old girl and yet still welcomed me with open arms? How can he keep taking me back when I hardly feel him before I turn away again? What sort of a God is this... to be so humble? 

   The moon, a golden glowing apricot moon rises over the dark pines, the wind tossing them back and forth like shadows... and the sea thunders. 

Thus far shall you come, and no farther,
and here shall your proud waves be stayed.

O God, you are my God. 

March 2020

 

      The more I see of life, the more I see it is filled with uncertainty and powerlessness at every turn. God is in control, but every time we attempt to snatch the reins away we don't get any farther than just swerving off course for a little while.
      I have had trouble submitting to God as a married woman, and I have had  trouble submitting to God as a single woman. I have trouble being patient and trusting as a married woman...and I had trouble trusting and being patient as a single woman. It seems like there is no escaping these things, somehow we are just supposed to plod forward, wrestling with him all the way, perhaps, but in the end, bowing down and worshipping, all crying Holy, Holy Holy, is the Lord God Almighty, who was and is and is to come!

Worthy are you, our Lord and God,

to receive glory and honor and power,

for you created all things,

and by your will they existed and were created.

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