Little Feet

For You have delivered my soul from death, Indeed my feet from stumbling, So that I may walk before God In the light of the living. Psalm 56:13

For You have rescued my soul from death, My eyes from tears, My feet from stumbling.

Psalm 116:8

Your word is a lamp to my feet And a light to my path.

Psalm 119:105

My son, do not walk in the way with them. Keep your feet from their path,

Proverbs 1:15

How lovely on the mountains Are the feet of him who brings good news, Who announces peace And brings good news of happiness, Who announces salvation, {And} says to Zion, "Your God reigns!"

Isaiah 52:7

I have not fallen off the face of the earth! I have thought about posting an update here for a long time, but alas, five children require a lot of time and attention! Who knew?

I will be honest, I am feeling very overwhelmed! My daily 'to do' list is never complete, school work and planning are done on the fly, my time with the Lord has been reduced to 3-minute tidbits here and there throughout the day, and a lot of the joy has gone out of those things which used to bring me great joy. I know that "this too shall pass." I have been reminded by a dear sister in Christ (that's you, Laurie!) that the Lord gently leads those with young. I know He does. He has been so good to me! Kurt is a very easy little guy. He has only had one night so far that I would describe as truly "bad." I have had so many family members come through to help out. Our bible study provided 2 straight weeks of meals. I have probably cooked 3 meals since Kurt was born! Few women have such support after the birth of a child!

Please don't see this as a complaint. No one has been more blessed than I. It is much more an acknowledgment of my own weakness. It is a confession of sorts: the strength which I thought I had, which I attributed to my own abilities and intellect, doesn't actually exist. I had deceived myself. How easy it is to pat yourself on the back when things are going well...to convince yourself that you've got it all under control. Isn't that just a positive way of saying, "God is no longer sovereign in my life?!"

So, I praise God for this opportunity to be humbled and corrected. I am weak and broken, and utterly lacking in strength. Without Him, I am lost and self-deceived. I desire that "my dross (He) consume and my gold (He) refine."

I praise Him, that He has "rescued my soul from death, My eyes from tears, My (very little!) feet from stumbling." I praise Him, that He will whittle and mold me, day by day, into a more Christ-like being. I praise Him, that He IS sovereign in ALL things...even the really humbling ones...like receiving a package from the UPS guy at noon in your bathrobe. Like meeting the neighbor for the first time and realizing it's been almost 48 hours since you showered or brushed your hair. Like YELLING at your children to STOP YELLING! Like taking 45 minutes to type up this blog entry, because you are nursing the baby and typing with your left hand at the break-neck speed of about 6 words per minute!

Rejoice with me that God is sovereign, and let's pray we all remember that the next time we're being humbled. Our little feet can never fill God's big shoes.