several verses crossed my mind, particularly the one in Psalms that says, "the heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the works of His hands". [on a sidenote: a few nights ago, chloe and i were laying out in the driveway looking at the stars. "mommy, look! there are a hundred and twenty six stars!", she exclaimed. i laughed and told her that the reason God created so many stars was to reveal a tiny bit of His glory to us.]
i also thought of the verse in Isaiah that says: "for my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways," declares the Lord. "as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts." and lastly - the one that comes to my mind (and heart) every time i find myself wrought with worry: "look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. are you not much more valuable than they? who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life?". (Mt 6)
it is - in moments like this - i am so grateful that i have the bits and pieces of His Word truly hidden in my heart. pricked by a moment, they overflow from some mysterious storehouse in my brain down into my heart, flowing like a stream of mercy.
oh, what an awesome God we have who can remind us of such treasures in something as simple as the sunset peeking through the clouds.
as with everything else, i am desperate to teach my children lessons that i never learned. (some of which i am still struggling to learn) one of which is how to trust God instead of worrying. chloe - being four and a half and extremely precocious - picked up on my worry yesterday. i explained to her what i was concerned about and that instead of worrying, i should be trusting and praying to the Lord for His will and not my own. typical of a tuesday, we rushed along bedtime, reading books and brushing teeth, forgetting all about that particular conversation. i don't know what reminded her - at random - this morning when i took her to school and was about to leave her classroom she said, "mommy! we forgot to pray about [your problem] in our night-night prayers!". "oh! you are so right," i said. "let's pray right now." she put her tiny little hands in mine and i watched her as she bowed her head and closed her eyes...
oh, what an awesome God we have who can remind us of His faithfulness through the faith of our own little children. our children - just as the skies - truly proclaim the work of His hands. and i am so humbled by all of it.