Today my sweet Lily spent the day in her new pink swimsuit. She danced happily around the house and sang little songs while I wrote away on the computer and answered the phone. The articles for our women's ministry e-newsletter needed to be done by noon, and I was woefully behind. My mind has been clouded by the turmoil that my husband has been experiencing at work lately. I alternated between writing and listening to my sweet little bird sing. She sings songs about Jesus while I pray for wisdom. She dances sweet dances to the music in her head, while I wonder if I am doing what I am supposed to, if my counsel to my husband is wise, and what will happen next. She dances, and I fret.
Oh, that I could praise God unfettered while the storm swirls around me! God is big and wise, and I am small.
Dear Lord, forgive my anxious heart. Forgive my attempt to control the circumstances you place me in. Help me to dance to the rhythmn of the wind and the rain. I want to give you glory. I want to give you the praise that you deserve. Make me a servant who sings your praises, even when the thunder peals and the lightning rolls.
Your humble servant,
Jennifer
