Lyricism
Every time my baby gets hungry, she panics, like babies do, as if I were not going to feed her unless she cries as hard as she can, as if I do not always feed her every time she is hungry.
She does not understand that her parents love her unconditionally, that they live for her and would die for her, that her father goes to work every day to care for his wife and daughter, that her mother is always with her when she’s awake or asleep.
And when I hunger, I panic, stricken with fear and doubt, miserable in my ingratitude towards my Father. All the while, He is protecting me with His “mighty hand and stretched out arm,” and giving me what I need and more.
For I know the plans I have for you, says the Lord. They are plans for peace and not for disaster, to give you a future and a hope. Jeremiah 29:11
… weeping may endure for a night, but joy (rinah) cometh in the morning. Psalm 30:5b
“Lyricism” has been splattered on 2 times.
Yes, a lovely thought. God is so gracious to us.
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TulipGirl | 9:41 AM, Saturday, April 28, 2007
Beautiful. And true.