Psalm 90: 4,12
For a thousand years in your sight are like yesterday when it is past, or like a watch in the night...
So teach us to count our days that we may gain a wise heart.
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A wise heart....I can't remember anyone ever asking for that. Wisdom, yes, but a wise heart, no. I have never been very good at getting my head and my heart to work together in any meaningful way. My hands are asking, "What then shall we do?" and they wait for results of an argument between head and heart, but the struggle continues day after day, week after week, and so on and so on. Yesterday I sat at a meeting next to a sweet, unassuming woman who I only knew as the person who has welcomed me and my congregation as we have been displaced by the flooding of our buildings. She has attended to my needs with tenderness and grace. At the meeting I learned that her own home had been flooded to the roof and that she spent 8 hours....she was specific....8 hours thinking she was going to die. The only thing that kept her alive, she said was doing everything she could to save her son. I stared at her a long time last night because even in her confusion and overwhelming shock of the event, she had a wise heart. It made me wonder what and who else I have missed. My heart still has a lot to learn.
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Holy God, teach our hearts, gentle our minds, give our hands good things to do today. Amen.
Deb Grant, resilient child of God, creative tinker of paper, ink, wood, shiny things, paint and words. The human amusement of a parrot and a dog.
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