I walk into my early morning living room, quiet and cool. I curl up in my blanket and hold my warm coffee to my lips. I look over at the list beside me, I don’t really need to, I know it by heart. Today I can mark something off and add something new. Today, however, I look at my list with this question: Is there anything listed herein that I have the resources to accomplish, change or resolve? My answer is a resounding, NO! I don’t even have the ability to trust HIM to take care of them; it’s HIS Grace alone that gives me the capacity to trust.
HE clearly told me a few weeks ago to, “. . . lift up the hands which hang down, and the feeble knees. . .” or, in my words, “Let go of all discouragement, lift your hands in praise to me, dust off your knees and get back in the race.”
So, I sat thinking of my limited abilities and HE reminded me of a poem that I love, one that spoke to me even as a little girl…it always gave me awe. It is in a poetry book of my mother’s, AND I saw it just the other day! I don’t read it much anymore, it is in very delicate condition – much read, touched often over the past 50 years. I quickly retrieved it and found what I needed:
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against earth’s sweet flowing brest;
A tree that looks at God all day
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
–Sergent Joyce Kilmer 1886 – 1918
“. . .Is anything too hard for the LORD?” No! Nothing!
(Hebrews 12:12 KJV and Genesis 18:14a NAS)