Today was
just one of those days…one where the smallest things seemed really big and I'm
sitting here at bedtime wishing I was exhausted over things that matter more. I flew into our mid-week Bible study after
some small defeats that come with being a wife, mother, and teacher, having my
e-mail hacked and losing all of my contacts and saved messages, and about a
thousand other absent-minded things I had done running through my mind. Thankfully, the lesson helped me re-evaluate,
and on our long trip home, I overheard my girls singing along with our newest
favorite CD. I stopped my own singing to
hear Altar sing the words, "I'm letting go of all the pieces that I try to
keep from falling down…You're the only One who can heal a heart like mine." I couldn't help but be thankful that God was
using her innocent words to minister to my frazzled mind and heart.
Just as we pulled into our driveway, I
overheard her singing, "This is my temporary home…not where I belong…windows
and rooms…that I'm passing through", and I was reminded the pieces I was
carrying were all temporary things…on the way to where we're going. By this time I had convinced myself I was over
my bad day, just to walk into the house and drop something borrowed that will
cost me $200 to replace. I would love to
say I handled it all with a lovely disposition, but such was NOT the case. I grumped and griped everyone off to bed then
went into the bathroom and had a good cry.
I failed the test miserably. Our
carried pieces just have to fall sometimes.
Take it from me…there's a lot less mess if you lay them at His feet.
"I'm letting go of all the pieces
that I try to keep from falling down.
You're the only One who can heal a heart like mine.
I'm reaching out, so help me, Jesus.
Take all of me and lay it on the ground.
I'm trusting You one day at a time."
