I’m weary-worn from a hectic week at work,
Feet on husband’s lap, tissue on tear stained face.
Who knew that there would be days like these?
People call and leave their burdens at my feet,
and I try to remember that I’m not Jesus,
and that ultimately it’s my job to point people to Him
not to solve all of their problems.
Yet, the Martha in me tries.
I can’t help but feel that I’m only a little girl
“pretending” ministry
and the shoes are way too big for me.
Honeytree sang,
“‘I’m playing grownup and no one can see in me,
I’m just a child who is learning to hide inside,
Longing to live, but yet learning to die.”
Voices come, masquerading themselves as my own:
“Why did I think I could do this?
What was I thinking?
I’d better quit now before anyone sees…
that I’m not perfect.”
Husband listens, but his eyes begin to droop
because it’s been hours that he has heard me drone on.
I tell him to go to bed.
Thumb slides on phone
looking for His Words to me
on this matter.
Nehemiah Four:
“What does this bunch of poor, feeble Jews think they’re doing?
Do they think they can build the wall in a single day…
Do they actually think they can make something of stones from a rubbish heap…”
The voice sounds oddly familiar.
It’s the one that sounds like my own.
Then Nehemiah prayed.
Then I prayed.
Nehemiah didn’t listen to the voices,
and neither will I.
I will go back to work rebuilding the walls
delegating to others
and we’ll whistle while we work.
But not without the Sword of the Spirit
in our mouths,
to chase away words
that cajole and confront
that we are nothing and can not finish.
I am nothing.
I can’t finish.
He is everything.
He has finished.
I am in Him,
and He is in me.
It is done.
Giving thanks because I need to see:
289. Free leggings just when I needed them.
290. Beauty in every corner
291. Cozy corners to enjoy coffee or cocoa
292. Sunlight glitters in an autumn dance
293. It was a dark and stormy night…and I am in my very own attic bedroom.
294. My very own burning bush…what is the Lord saying to me?
295. Joy unspeakable! I’m living the life of Jan Karon’s Father Tim!
If life was easy, we wouldn’t need Him so much, would we? For such a time as this, you have been called. And move those burdens from your feet to His. I know it’s got to be hard, wanting to fix everyone and everything. In His time. Hang in there!
Beautifully portrayed! What was I thinking when I said “yes”
I am asking myself this question today especially… :{
Your pictures are just beautiful…love them…and yes…don’t listen to the voices…do the work He gives you to do…He will provide all you need to complete the task. blessings~
It is so cool that I chose today to answer these comments, as I especially need encouragement today. Thank you for strengthening me for what I need to do this 24 hours!!
These pictures are gorgeous, K. I understand this kind of weary, friend. Yes, we must not try to be the Savior. It’s hard when we just want to help, isn’t it? These are good words for me from Nehemiah too. Thank you for speaking to my heart tonight.
…that balance between not being a spectator and not being a savior is so minute.
“There is only one Savior and YOU are not him” – the words of a pastor friend to another pastor friend who was slowly killing himself with over-worry, over-work, over-Messiah-complex. This is terrific, Kim – my favorite of your Nehemiah series thus far. Thank you!
You have really been an encouragement to me on this project!! I am grateful for you…