Moments in Grace

"But Mom, I don't want to do this job any more" "I know you don't." "I'm tired of this job.  Can't I do something else?" "This is the job I need done.  I need someone to do it.  I know you don't want to but this is what needs done." We were raking leaves, picking up the remains of the storm's destruction.  My daughter was tired and hot and frankly just not feeling like being a part of the clean up effort.  How many times have I said the same thing to God? God, I don't want this job anymore. I'm tired of this job.  Can't I do something else? And in my own words, I hear His.  My Heavenly Father gently reminding me that He still has a job that needs done. It's not the most glamorous job.  It's not the most posh or polished.  You don't get awards or rounds of applause for a job well done. It doesn't pay well, in fact it doesn't pay at all. But there are rewards.  In kiss

"Look at those trees blow." The storm was rampaging into the backyard with violence. "How can they even stay upright, without just being ripped in half? " We stood watching the storm come with suddenness and force, the wind tossing branches and leaves in swirling madness.  "Deep roots.  That's why God makes them with deep roots." Because it's only the one's with the deepest roots that weather the storm.  In the aftermath, we see many without deep roots, lying broken, splintered remains.  And those without power and food and in sweltering heat don't weather the storm well either.  And when the storms of life blow we need deep roots.  Roots planted by the streams of water.  Water that gives Life.  Living Water.  Because it's only the Living Water that makes us thirst no more.  We drink and drink again and again but still we thirst.  And without that Living Water we get dry.  Like the trees in this neighborhood, dry and