Thursday, January 19, 2012

When Sweet Fruit Is Far And I Need A Lift

The day is a blank slate, unwritten, with potential to be beautiful.

January temperatures have gone deep and cold. But the calendar is clear, not jumbled with wild scribbles of busy and commitment and time.

There is potential to sit. Love. Build. Refresh.

But it's not like that.

Not today.

The boys are bent on damaging each other, and they're going straight for the heart. Words cut deep, hurled hard, again and again. Sharp edges. Tough punches.

And I'm weak and tired.

The sweet fruit of all this effort seems far.  Too far to reach. Too far to see. Impossible to taste.

Today's fruit seems bitter.

And my own words and hard heart surface, too, and I'm not sure how to press them down.

I feel guilty, when life is so good. We are not sick. We are not in grief. The house is warm. Tummies are full.

But yet I need help, to be lifted, out of a pit we've carved, made with deep, slippery walls.

David's words comfort me, given  this morning, before the day was born. I didn't know how I'd need the  hope. I didn't know how I'd need the grace. I didn't know how I'd need His promise.

I waited patiently for the LORD, he turned to me and heard my cry.
He lifted me out of the slimy pit,
out of the mud and mire,
he set my feet on a rock
and gave me a place to stand.
Psalm 40:1-3

So I'm waiting, Lord, for that gentle lift, to a sure-footed place, out of muck and mire. I'm waiting, Lord, for a standing place, where there is peace,and love, and the taste of sweet fruit is not so far...


  1. Perfect analogies. My fruit is sour, spoiled today. Thank you for leading me to God's word and reminding me that even David needed God to lift him out of a pit.

  2. Good afternoon, sweet sister. Thinking of you as you navigate a difficult day. This too shall pass. One day, after the boys are grown and gone, you will actually miss all the lively boyish arguments and hubbub! You've been in my thoughts so much recently. I love your writing. It is always from the heart.

  3. Hi Sarah. Oh, I'm sorry. Must be in the air today...I will pray for you, my friend. And thank you for the e-mail. God used that to help lift me out...I'm so grateful to have Him to run to.

  4. Hi Sharon - It's wonderful to hear from you. Thanks for the sweet encouragement. You are so right...I only have to look into Logan;s room to see how fast it goes. Thank you for the reminder. I've been thinking of you, too. I'm grateful for your kind words, and I love your writing, too...I'm sending a hug today. You've made me smile...thanks for that:)