To most of our country, today is a much-loved holiday, Halloween. It has never meant much to me, at least nothing good, and it means even less this year. My value is in a different occasion. You see, tomorrow is the day another group of our military men and women, United States Marines, fly to Afghanistan, and my son is one of them. There is nothing a mother can do to change that.
This mother intends to spend much time in prayer. The only problem I find is that I don't know what to pray. I want my boy to be safe, but I want all our troops to be safe. Safe is not a condition of war. Do I want my son to come home unharmed, yet another mother's son to die or return with a missing limb, or a damaged mind? Never! Yet, how do I pray?
I'm so thankful that I have a copy of God's word. In fact, I have many copies in my home, and some don't get used. I used one tonight, however, and found an answer.
In Romans 8:26, I read these words: ". . . the Spirit helps us in our weakness. We do not know what we ought to pray for, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us with groans that words cannot express."
Tonight I do indeed feel the weakness of my own body and spirit. But there is help; I'll take it.
See the sky and hills!
In Quiet Moments Here
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Monday, October 31, 2011
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Intervention
Today's post is a continuation of the previous post where I gave a peek into the thinking of a procrastinor. Rather than thinking of a plan for the day, I said I preferred "What is your strategy for the day?"
When I think of "strategy", I think of the military. You would never guess it from observing me, but my son is a Captain in the USMC. I sometimes dream of having a group of Marines come to clean and organize my house. I'd like to keep my son with me to keep it in shape. In my dark moments, I think that there's no way I can ever get my house cleaned and organized without military intervention!
Ah, intervention! That's an awe-inspiring word for me, and also a frightening one. I'm not in the category labeled "hoarders" or in need of "intervention" as in the current television programs with those names. Medically speaking, I am not in need of "assisted living" either. However, I do (slightly) hoard things simply because I can't decide what to do with them, and I do need intervention and assistance. Do you?
Believe it or not, intervention can come from ourselves. Assistance can even come from ourselves. Take time to think about that. Just think.
(to be continued, perhaps)
When I think of "strategy", I think of the military. You would never guess it from observing me, but my son is a Captain in the USMC. I sometimes dream of having a group of Marines come to clean and organize my house. I'd like to keep my son with me to keep it in shape. In my dark moments, I think that there's no way I can ever get my house cleaned and organized without military intervention!
Ah, intervention! That's an awe-inspiring word for me, and also a frightening one. I'm not in the category labeled "hoarders" or in need of "intervention" as in the current television programs with those names. Medically speaking, I am not in need of "assisted living" either. However, I do (slightly) hoard things simply because I can't decide what to do with them, and I do need intervention and assistance. Do you?
Believe it or not, intervention can come from ourselves. Assistance can even come from ourselves. Take time to think about that. Just think.
(to be continued, perhaps)
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