Sixteen hours is a long time when you are sitting in a car. We rarely drive straight to our daughter's house and back because, let's face it, the DH and I aren't getting any younger. Those joints stiffen up and the last few hours is nothing short of torture. But yesterday, that's just what we did.
It actually started earlier in the week. I barely had time to turn around. The girl's work schedule was crazy. The babies were both sick. It was kind of a zoo! But somewhere in the back of my brain, there was this little itch–you need to be home for Easter.
I brushed it off at first, but it didn't go away and as the week progressed, the itch became more persistent until I finally asked the DH if he thought we might try it. And I'm ever so glad that we did.
You see, Friday night was a long one. My heart was aching over Momma and Mamaw concerns that I have no need or desire to list here. Let's just say there were tears. Lots of them. I was trying to solve problems that may not exist yet and praying. God was probably looking down from His throne and shakin' His head like I do when the Little gets fired up about something and wails and slobbers out unintelligible syllables.
I choked back tears most of that sixteen hours. I was hedged by a wall of fear and doubt and grief. Satan was having a field day and I had let him in to play.
But that all changed this morning. As I sat with my church family in the presence of the Father, the message from the songs reassured me that He has it all under control. And as Pastor spoke on the whys of the crucifixion and resurrection, I could relate. I've been tossing a few whys around myself. But God's Word let me know that I'm not alone. I'm not the first follower to develop temporary amnesia in the midst of trouble. Even the disciples forgot what they had been told. And then there was Jesus. Reminding them. Bringing them peace. Providing instruction. Equipping them for the task at hand. Even sending an angel to nudge them off the mountain and into the valley where there was so much work to be done.
I forget from time to time the majesty of the God I serve. I try to solve problems that were never mine in the first place. And then there's Jesus. Reminding me. Bringing me peace. Providing instruction. Equipping me for what's coming next and sending me on my way to do the work He has for me.
