Sun of my soul,
Thou Savior dear,
It is not night if Thou be near;
O may no earth-born cloud arise
To hide Thee from Thy servant’s eyes. ~John Keble, “Sun of My Soul” (a hymn)
Walking in Sunlight, all of my journey, Over the mountains, through the deep vale;
Jesus has said, “I’ll never forsake thee,” Promise divine that never can fail.
Heavenly sunlight, Heavenly sunlight, flooding my soul with glory divine;
Hallelujah! I am rejoicing, singing His praises, Jesus is mine.
~H.J.Zelley, “Heavenly Sunlight” (another hymn)
Some creatures delight to warm themselves in the sun, but oh, what a pleasure it is to sun ones self in the presence of Christ. Never mind how little I am, how nothing I am, how vile I am, how foul I am; all I am he has taken to himself, and all he has belongs to me. I sin, but he has taken all my sin: he is righteous and all his righteousness is mine. I am feeble, he is mighty; his mightiness is mine, I wrap myself in his omnipotence. Christ is all and Christ is mine. Why, I utterly fail when trying to talk about such things as these; talking is but stuttering on such a theme. Faith must enjoy rather than express her delight. Come, plunge ye all into this sea of sweetness, dive deep into this abyss of happiness—Christ Jesus is yours for ever and for ever. The sun is very great but it is all for me, and Christ is very bright and glorious, but he is all my own.
It is winter-time cold outside, the ground is snow-covered, the air is crisp. I went outside yesterday for a power-walk with my Ethan, and by the end, my lungs were hurting from breathing in the cold.
To survive the winter blues, I’ve been trying to focus on the SUN. It shines through the windows of my home, and lifts my spirits.
I am fine, but tired, and so busy that my patience wears thin.
I want to be loving. I want my home to be peaceful.
All of the thousands upon thousands, of motherly little acts (wiping noses, correcting misbehavior, baking and cooking, cleaning, running errands, encouraging cranky children, fixing hair, doctoring almost broken toes, finding homework, pacifiers, socks, and missing library books, spoon feeding the baby, etc) that we as mothers do each day, those things are bodily and spiritually exhausting and sacrificial……..leaving me so weak that all I can do, is admit in tears, I can’t be a mom, I just can’t be anything really, without the power and strength of Christ. He is my sufficiency. My all in all. I need Him, I need His mercy and grace……and that’s where joy comes in. Because in admittance and begging for His help, He freely gives, abundantly. Thank you. Gratitude. Smiles.
To survive, with gladness in my heart, these busy days of motherhood, I’m also trying my best to stay focused on the SON. His life-giving warmth is soul-deep.