Listening, He is

Day dawns gray, cold.

Coffee steams, together prayers said and kiss good-bye.

Time to nestle-in.  The big overstuff chair calls me to open the Word.  Candles lit, piano music plays nearby and I read Genesis.  Beginnings.  I read the Word and it comes alive.  This story of Esau/Edom and Jacob.  Deception, Hunger, Pride have their say and I listen for Him who instructs in such things.

Follow My Ways, Cast your burdens to me, Take my Yoke Upon You.

Prayers said, children wake, day begins, to do list screams.

We read.  Breakfast bowls clinging with spoon.  Together, taking in Amy Carmichael.  We hear, see His provision for her.

He hears, He sees and we seek Him.

Then it begins.  Young One Erupts, hands flail, tears flow.   I listen, hear and cry with him.  Not understanding that I KNOW.  I understand.  I feel too, yet I listen for Him to guide.

Heart so tender, sensitive, and hurt.  It bleeds fresh and I quicken to hold each precious, loud cry for help.

I beg for help from Him who knew all beforehand.  Who's ways aren't ours, yet give Life. Beyond all we could ask....imagine.  He offers life.  

Tearfully I offer truth.  It aches, yet there develops a peace in the knowing.

Listen, Hear, Help us Lord!  A young one must choose Life in the moment.  Not the one he sought,  the one You offered.

I hold the boy close who will all to soon not want such cuddles with mama.

Day is still gray, cold.  

yet contentment and peace bud in a tender heart in the knowing.

He counts thanks:

Carpet that keep feet warm

Candles to give us light

Microwaves to warm our dinner!

on and on he counts as vacuum whines.

Mama adds:  a young heart....it's listening.