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Calling to mind

It's Sunday morning. Things aren't picture perfect here, as I'm sure they aren't in your house either. Honestly I'm fighting to squeak out little prayers of, "Help me Lord." and "Give me a drink of your living water Lord... I'm so thirsty!"

That Still Small Voice reminded me to call to mind the hope I once shared with others, the vision and promises God had planted in my heart before this storm hit my life.

So I went back to the archives of my old Timothy Moms blog. I went there because as I watched my boys this morning I felt empty as to what to teach them. If I'm to teach them diligently God's word when I sit in my house, and walk by the way, when I lie down and when I wake up, my question is, "What if I have no idea what to teach? What if no message for them is pressing on my heart?" So I prayed, "What do I teach them Lord?" And then I went to Timothy Moms.

Here's what I read:

I realize that just as it was for those who came before Jesus it is for me now. For i wait too. I wait and labor and pray and hope in God's sure promises for Christ to be formed in my little children. Sometimes it seems hopeless. Sometimes it seems so far away. Sometimes it seems impossible. But my hope must be set not on what I see or hear in my boys but on God's promise which does not fail. And just as Mary resigned herself to be the vessel through which God would deliver His Son in the flesh, though she would be rejected and in much pain, I must surrender myself to believing that with my God all things are possible... even the forming of Christ in my little boys is possible.

Oh Living water! Thank you Lord for refreshing my soul with a rememberance from last Christmas. Thank you for reminding me to wait upon You. Sometimes my diligent teaching will be quiet waiting on YOU. And even like this morning, as I wait on You, You'll send me those teachable moments. Please impress on my sons' hearts this morning Your word to put away anger and to instead be kind to one another, forgiving one another, just as God has been kind to us and has forgiven us through Christ. Let your word be a school master to them this morning, leading them to faith in Christ, making them wise for salvation thru Christ.

All your children shall be taught by the Lord, And great shall be the peace of your children... This is the heritage of the servants of the Lord, And their righteousness is from Me," Says the Lord. Isaiah 54:13,17


Isaiah 51:3


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