|Reid had a Keith Haring baby book. He worships like the blue figure.|
That Sunday I was seeking peace, hoping for direction, desperate to make meaning of the recent incident. Nothing as difficult had happened all school year. What did it mean? How would it change our immediate plans--for travel, summer camp, next fall? Could we ensure it would not happen again? What is the right parental response of forgiveness and consequences, or is that love and logic? How do I stomach this complex emotional soup? Did this relapse negate the claims I'm making in my book?
Whoosh...it felt good to worship Someone who wasn't shifting with the tide.
In the midst came two thoughts.I love being engrossed in worship then hearing an idea drop into my consciousness. It's then I am sure it's from Him. I hadn't been noodling on it enough to think of it myself.
Do you trust Me to run interference?
Are you okay if my purpose for him is to refine someone else?
God's Word--both the printed Word and His rhema word--is a two-edged sword. It cuts to the quick sharper and faster than the pain registers. Embedded in the searing questions were the answers I'd been seeking.
I can post this now--albeit in vague references--because the situation has somewhat resolved. The question is: will I remember it next time I'm thrust into an episode of mother angst?
For the word of God is alive and active. Sharper than any double-edged sword, it penetrates even to dividing soul and spirit, joints and marrow; it judges the thoughts and attitudes of the heart. Hebrews 4:12
Hear my prayer, Lord; listen to my cry for mercy. When I am in distress, I call to you, because you answer me. Psalm 86:6-7
It takes more than bread to stay alive. It takes a steady stream of words from God’s mouth. Matthew 4:4