I really have nothing inspiring to write this week. It has been a week of just pressing on.
I probably scheduled too many things and got very tired – that is me! So that by the end of last week, during cooking class, a tear slid down my cheek. I was not understanding any of the teacher’s instructions. I felt very much like an island…very alone in my English world.
And Thanksgiving is coming up, with no plans made. Yes, it is just a “keeping on, keeping on” time. All grace.
There was a time many years ago when I was sitting in our truck with my children and a visiting friend. We were taking our visitor to the airport.
My husband was sick, so I was accompanying our departing friend to the airport, a six-hour drive through bandit territory. My eighteen-year-old son was driving.
We were lining up with a military convoy to drive through the dangerous stretch of the road. It was hot. I was tired. I leaned my head against the window and thought, “What am I doing?” And God brought to my mind the song, Leaning On the Everlasting Arms.
I sang that song in my heart all the way to the airport and back. “What have I to dread? What have I to fear? Leaning on the everlasting arms. I have blessed peace with my Lord so near, leaning on the everlasting arms.”
Even as Jay argued with the policeman at the checkpoint and we were about to all be hauled out of the truck, God gave grace. All grace.
It still is, all grace.