Contentment...

Today I began reading the book, "The Rare Jewel of Christian Contentment" written by a Puritan named Jeremiah Burroughs. You have to understand, I come from a long line of murmurers and grumblers. Complaints and grumbles come from my lips easily and easily taint every good thing in my life. This definitely is not a grace of a "quiet and gentle spirit" daughter of the King, and I want it out... I want this soul sickness to end with me.  Lord, please take this murmuring of a discontented heart and transform me into a woman of beauty, submission and grace.

I like the definition that is given in the first chapter of this book. Contentment, according to Jeremiah is: that sweet, inward, quiet, gracious frame of spirit, which freely submits to and delights in God's wise and fatherly disposal in every condition.

Paul speaks of having "learned the secret of being content in any and every situation" (Phil. 4:11-13). It's true, it is a secret. One of the most precious of all secrets. But, it can also be "learned". This is what mothers can teach their children. It is like a sacred thread throughout a life that weaves a beautiful  tapestry in all that we do and say. I have lived my life fighting for comfort, peace, security and "my way". Murmuring, grumbling and complaining at each little and big bump in my life. Following my own plans and agenda. Oh Abba, forgive my past, teach me this beautiful secret, to submit and delight in your wise and fatherly disposal in every condition.

Oh, And Abba, help all my daughters and future granddaughters to also know the secret and the Giver of this sweet secret. Start today.

Butterflies...

When I see a butterfly, gently flitting across a blue sky, I am reminded of only one thing, the Master Creator. When it was time to create a butterfly for the very first time, what was on the mind of God. I think it must have been us, all women who like the butterfly go through seasons of change and growth until we too finally emerge from our caterpillar-like shape into a beautiful, gentle, whimsical fragrance of quiet beauty, color and grace. Welcome to my blog. Welcome to my adventure. Me, a hopeless caterpillar struggling to just find the light from my place in the dirt, as I turn into the very daughter of the King. I believe in the impossible. The first step... surrender.