A Vapor and a Mist

Psalm 90:12
12 Teach us to number our days aright,
that we may gain a heart of wisdom.

Everyone is asleep but me. This is the only time I get to really, really, really think and access my day, and really think about any sins that I have committed that I may have just passed over. My days seem like I clean up and clean up to only clean up more and not ever have things the way I want them. Morgan has a sanguine personality like her mother. We basically play all day and I clean up as we go. She will flat out tell her daddy that I am her favorite...I guess it's because I am a constant playmate to an only child.

The real reason for my post is that my heart just aches for so many people. People who have lost loved ones, the single girl who wonders if she has missed the man God had for her, the woman who is alone in her marriage, the person who just received news that it is only a matter of days for her to live, the father who has 8 children and is out of work and has a special needs child, the sweet girl who thought she was dating the man she was going to marry only to have her heart crushed, the two guys who were held at gunpoint and robbed and are now fighting for their lives in the hospital while the two thugs escape. The precious woman who has been through so much, including being in a burn unit and now her husbands health declines. The one who feels they have just out sinned Gods ability to forgive them and feels that she is never to be used of God again. These are all things that I have heard about this week and some of them are very close to home. I could go on.

This is not to focus on all that is bad but I just want to pray that the Lord will continue to teach me to number my days aright that I may gain a heart of wisdom. That you and I would truly live each day, not just exist. That we would choose to love and forgive regardless of how we feel. Even if our relationships take on a different meaning. That we would not envy everyone else's gifts and that we would fan into the flame of the gift that God has given each one of us for His glory, to those who are in Christ.

I pray that He would restore the years the locust have stolen and that we would allow God to redeem us from our sin and use it for the future to help snatch others from the flames.

Our life here is just a moment. A vapor. A mist. Here one day and gone the next. We only have one moment of time. I want to believe Him and live until my last breath and step into His presence knowing that I fall at the feet of the ONE who was familiar with my weaknesses, who knew I was dust, yet He never gave up on me. I don't just want His salvation I want His blessing on my life. I want His presence.

Keep pressing on sister...even in the fiery trial...even when you feel like giving up. Thrust yourself upon the Rock of our salvation...the faithful and true. May we hold our heads high and cry out Worthy is the Lamb who was slain before the foundation of the earth. Worthy! Holy! And praise God that anyone who is thirsty can come and partake at His table even if we have no money. Lord, let us spend ourselves for You.

And here are some of my favorite verses from Job:

Job 19:23-27

23 "Oh, that my words were recorded,
that they were written on a scroll,

24 that they were inscribed with an iron tool on lead,
or engraved in rock forever!

25 I know that my Redeemer lives,
and that in the end he will stand upon the earth.

26 And after my skin has been destroyed,
yet in my flesh I will see God;

27 I myself will see him
with my own eyes—I, and not another.
How my heart yearns within me!

This post may not make any sense because I am just speaking from the heart.

I love you all!

ps I forgot my 2 year blogaversary. Boo.