Reassurance...
But God whispers His reassurances to me in so many ways - and often. I think He realizes that I need to know He's in this, here with us, going before us from the beginning. I keep being reminded that He is here and there, in Argentina, in Brazil, at each tiny dock to which we'll tie our lines. Suddenly, there are a lot of verses and songs that have more profound meaning for me. This past weekend in church, the choir sang a beautiful rendition of Matt Redman's song 'You Never Let Go' ... "Oh no, You never let go. Through the calm and through the storm...Oh You never let go of me."
Another unexpected whisper came while I was knee deep in homeschooling research. I stumbled across this poem by a sailing mom. It sums up some of the fears and uncertainties that have been rolling around in THIS mom's head, too. It reminded me that it has been done, and the challenges hold sweet blessings.
THE RIGHT THING - a poem for sailing Mom's
by Becky Berger, S/V 'Ohana in Exumas, Bahamas
Mother of 2 little girls
Last night I cried The tears just kept flowing and I couldn't stop. I panicked Are we doing the right thing? A beautiful house with cozy beds, soaking tubs, newly planted gardens Neighbors who wave and smile as they pass by Good friends Computers humming with 24-hour internet access Cable TV Stainless steel appliances, washing machines, microwaves Scheduled playdates, Gymboree, music lessons, soccer practice Babysitters Leaving it all Traffic jams Kids screaming in the backseat An organizer so jammed I can't close it A house so big I can't clean it Running on the same treadmill, scenery unchanging CNN buzzing with the same stories Books on the shelf unread, waiting Glancing wearily at my husband, too tired to talk I sleep This morning I woke to a brilliant sunrise Coffee brewing on the galley stove He was sitting with the girls, giggling and waking them with kisses I stole a smile from him as I walked out on deck The cool breeze awoke my senses as I sat at the bow with my warm mug I pan our surroundings - coconut palms, white beaches, a sailboat, an old wooden dock Breathing and stretching, I listened Waves slapped gently against our hull A seagull calls, breaking the silence Clocks and schedules gone Days spent together We talk. We laugh. We share I am alive and life is simple And then I decided... We are doing the right thing |
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