Posted by Sheshisown on May 16, 2008 at 02:03:11:
In Reply to: Singles, Stress & Burnout posted by Fern on May 12, 2008 at 07:47:47:
Hello Fern~
Well! I was thinking I was MUCH too busy just now to get into this discussion. So I have been reading your responses and finding my head bobbing up and down in agreement.
Fraid that was simply not enuf for me to whisk by this each day in the middle of finals, while Im feeling REALLY kind of low and sad and concerned. ~Cause I am so busy studying I cannot get my algebra/Hamlet/Microsoft brain into church!
THEN atop my sooo discumboberated mind, I get a call (that I have GUILTILY) not returned from the Sunday School ministry, asking me to fill-in for Sunday service with the kindergarten kiddos. Why did they not ask me only one week later?
NOW~ keep in mind I WANT to be snuggling~ and sitting on the floor with~ and looking into the sweet little faces of~ and pushing sticky toy trucks around with~ and singing Yes Jesus loves me louder than those babes. BUT I CANNOT even get to church right now :/
So~ I cried out to Jesus, in my church here at home, in between computer frazzle. And our Precious Lord spoke to me from a lovely bit of ancient poetry by Gerhard Tersteegen 1697-1769;
THE BLESSED JOURNEY
Let Him lead thee blindfold onwards'
Love needs not to know;
Children whom the Father leadeth
Ask not where they go.
Though the path be all unknown,
Over moors and mountains lone.
Give no ear to reason's questions;
Let the blind man hold
That the sun is but a fable
Men believed of old.
At the breast the babe will grow;
Whence the milk he need not know.
Oh~ dear all Glorious Father, grant us be Your children, curled at Your precious feet, sitting alone only You to meet. Watching Your loves look, sending our labouring conscience peace, helping us in distress, and granting these prisoners Your rest.
Oh~ and we will praise You~ while You give us breath, and when our voices are lost in death~ our praise will rise out of deeper fires, our days of praise will never be past~ while life, and thought, and being last!
Jesus Jesus only our Jesus! In the heartsick love of Him. bonnie