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My Heart's Cry...Stillness


Anxious thoughts like popcorn popping got me up before my alarm clock this morning.  Being still mind, body and soul is a constant cry.

 
As my mind bobbed along this torrent of worry and anxiety it was as if someone had thrown in a rescue float that simply said, "Cast your cares on me."  



"Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you." 1 Peter 5:7

So with the simple act of a little girl asking her Dad for help I began casting. 

 I gave him my exhausted and worn out husband.  He who is the most amazing teacher I have ever heard but has his shoulders pushed into the yoke of two jobs pulling our family through.

"An anxious heart weighs a man down, but a kind word cheers him up." Prov. 12:25
Then my oldest whom is so far away from home and from me.  My heart cries for him that he will make choices that will lead him down the path God has for him.  

"Hear my cry for mercy as I call to you for help, as I lift up my hands toward your Most Holy Place."  Psalm 28:2
Then my middle son comes to mind and his desire for a great education and the opportunity to play football in college and how in the world we can make this happen for him.  

"Cast your cares on the LORD and he will sustain you; he will never let the righteous fall." Psalm 55:22

Bouncing along is my youngest who is looking for a summer job and I pray that God brings a mentor his way.  My hope is that he finds the path God has for him.

"I wait for you, O LORD; you will answer, O Lord my God." Psalm 38:15

Then my peripheral vision catches all of the other "To Dos" in my life.  
My yard and garden. 
 My house.  
Work and my hopes for my families.  
Church and my worry for our good but deeply worn out people.  
The camp for abused and neglected kids that I want to bring to our area.

"Arise, cry out in the night, as the watches of the night begin; pour out your heart like water in the presence of the Lord. Lift up your hands to him for the lives of your children, who faint from hunger at the head of every street. Lamentations 2:19

"Commit your way to the LORD; trust in him and he will do this.." Psalm 27:5
The Sovereign LORD has given me an instructed tongue, to know the word that sustains the weary. He wakens me morning by morning, wakens my ear to listen like one being taught. Is. 50:4





I catch the rescue float and relax knowing that I'm not in charge.  
God has the other line.


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