Oh Father, I confess to You that after all these years of marriage, I don't know how to be a help meet. I catch glimpses and visions of it, but in the morning, I can't remember what it really looks like, tastes like, feels like, sounds like. What, at times is crystal clear, gets lost in the fog of life. After years of teaching and counseling and talking about how to be a godly wife, I stand before you with an overwhelming sense that You are shaking Your head and saying, "Child, you still don't get it do you?"
I feel like a whirling dervish
spinning in circles with arms outstretched and flailing
grasping at anything shiny and bright.
Stop me Lord!
Teach me stillness
Content me in Your presence
Fill my heart with Your radiance
Make me invisible
Shine through me Lord
Make me what he needs
Help me to help him be what You've created him to be.
2 comments:
Oh my dear friend - could have figured that determining to be better help meets would come in a whirlwind - hang on until we find peace in the eye of the storm. loving you & supporting you, Evie
Hi GOod to visit this blog, nice to know that you are a believer in Christ and you write about Christ and His Love, Good to read your post I just happened to visit, will visit again, hope you do visit my blogs too
keep us inform
with best regards and wishes
Philip
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