Sometimes I lower my head and look outside to the vast emptiness outside. Not really focusing on anything, just wondering how to deal with my fraility and humaness and overall weakness. And I marvel at the Lord how he is patient with us and accepts our poor offerings.
I'm reminded of the poor widow who offered only two poor mites and how the Lord was pleased with her offering. The rest offered out of their abundance. The Lord was not pleased with that. How mysterious that is. And that give me hope that even in my own poverty I can still offer the Lord something that will
please him. In Isaiah there a scripture which speaks to me of the peace that I seek. In Isaiah 26:3-4, we read,
["...3 You keep him in perfect peace
whose mind is stayed on you,
because he trusts in you.
4Trust in the LORD forever,
for the LORD GOD is an everlasting rock..."]
I know that I will have perfect peace if I stay focused on the Lord and not on what I can do. When have I ever been able to do anything for myself? Much less something for him. So we cast away all the clouds and dust of doubt and stregthen our hope on the Lord. He is an everlasting rock...