A Prayer

 

Enjoying everyday with my baby....knowing we will not be here long, praying for balance, for focus
for joy in WHO HE is! (Catching writing fever and going with it! Forgive me no photos to match :)

My hubby sits on the floor in his lunge with Tamil Bible in hand covered in a traditional woven slip full of colors. Baby blows bubbles with eyes wide open catching every word as Daddy reads in his mother tongue beginning from Genesis.
These moments have been treasures for Mommy….
Luxuries I have so enjoyed that will not be afforded to me later…
Daddy with us during the day!(The hugs, the laughs, prayer together, the nonsense of chasing each other around a two room apartment.
Carpet! (Much of life is spent on the floor…reading, working, eating out of habit.)
QUIET! All around us is silent…..wait, listen….it’s only the birds. Amazing. I covet this most upon each return from India…..truly unattainable living in the city in Madras.

The Lord continues to call-
He calls me to Himself. He calls me to be quiet.
He draws me in His love, to come, to hide inside,
To see Him, to bend, to die.
To hide away and rest awhile in the bosom of His care,
To discover He is all I need in this life beyond imagination,
As I quiet my mind and listen to Him, all I need is here.
What a wonder, what joy, what a comfort to know HE is
Beyond all comprehension and it is He Who holds our life.
If, my daughter, my love, my beloved, you can see, then only you will know…
if, my molly, you can die to the thing that is not Me…
Then only your heart eyes will open and you will begin
To truly see.
I am.
Let my love alone be enough.
Let My Name, Myself be your all sustaining grace.
Do not become tossed about and swayed with your emotions.
Do not let love of family, comfort, safety, quiet, peace
Be greater than Your view of Me.
For only as you learn to die, to let go of all you’d like
To hold—only then will I show You in Myself is all you’ll ever
Need.

Feeling deep conviction for loving too much.
I did not see how much of myself I was giving away…
Love to family, love to friends, love of even the simple things.
Love for 'my' music, loving personal space, loving time with husband
That soon won’t be mine. Loving even the hold of a fine spatula…
The rubber grip in hand…baking her is amazing!