Celebrating victories from last week and looking ahead to the crusades on the horizon, I find myself humbled again as God’s protection and provision continue to show up just in time, for us at War Horse. I stay on my face daily thanking Him for every grain of rice He so graciously gives and for every piece of quail He purposely withholds. The boasting is His alone and I pray my life multiplies the talents granted just the way the Prince of Peace has designed.
Unfortunately, the difficulties of life continue. Today, I bombed the test of parenting my 12-year-old. He is growing like a weed, exploring his ability to fly and standing a little further away with each passing week, all the while testing my patience and challenging my authority. Today, it was all I could do to keep from ringing his neck and in the moment, working to remember the Kingdom impact of my words and actions. Haunting memories of my exact behavior 37 years earlier rolled in like a fog and the relay seemed to come to a halt.
In Psalm 119 David speaks of the Lord’s words being sweeter than honey to his mouth. The pungent flavor awakening the most unresponsive taste buds so much that all of the other senses drown out and his palate craves more. As the timing of the recollection earlier today hit the clock just right, I was overwhelmed with a similar experience. Satan’s attempt to remind me of just how much I fall short was foiled as God Almighty spoke the words of life, dripping with butter and syrup, encouraging me to continue with the race.
And now, with the clock striking midnight-thirty, I lay here awake pondering the why. Pondering the perfect timing of the rice and the purposeful protection from the arrows. Just as my eyes start to close, a whisper from the Light of the World evokes a promise and the tears roll down as I see Jesus running towards me even when I too am a long way off.