Last night I had a weird dream. I went into my dad's house after he was found, and he had laid out pictures all over his bed. They were in little packets as if he wanted us to find them. One one packet was his scribbled handwriting which read, "To my daughter Ivy, who I love."
Of course, this was just a dream. In actual life, we found photos, and notes, but none of them professed the love of a father for his daughter. When we first started looking through dad's house I was sure I would find something, somewhere. I went through every pad of paper looking for a piece of love-anything. Nothing.
As a parent myself I cannot fathom not wanting to leave your children with your deep love. I guess my dreams show my subconcious desire to have that last assurance that I was loved.
Needless to say, my day started off on the sad side. My hubby left his One Year Bible on the floor, so as I sat down I began to read- and guess what? God had something just for me.
Psalm13:1-6
How long oh Lord? Will you forget me forever?
How long will hide your face from me?
How long must I wrestle with my thoughts
and everyday have sorrow in my heart?
How long will my enemy triumph over me?
Look on me and answer, O Lord my God.
Give light to my eyes, or I will sleep in death;
My enemy will say, "I have overcome him",
and my foes will rejoice when I fall.
But I trust in your unfailing love;
my heart rejoices in your salvation.
I will sing to the Lord,
for he has been good to me.
The truth of my day that I am rememebering- The Lord has been good to me!
No comments:
Post a Comment