The Easy Yoke of A Faithful Savior

The Lord is faithful. He traded yokes with me at Calvary. He gives me rest.

He gives me sleep; after retiring early and depressed last night, I awoke refreshed this morning and prayed that God would help me to serve my family in the mundane things of life -- including, at that very moment, resolving the twist of plastic hangers that were threatening to fall to the floor in Two's closet as I was trying to pull clothes out for church this morning.

As it turns out, Two was downstairs drinking hot chocolate and setting herself up with the tummy-ache that kept us from church after all. Thankfully, she never really got sick, but when a five year old says their tummy hurts, you learn to get the bucket ready and stand waiting for the "other shoe to drop."

Today was really cold too; the temperature never came out of the 30s as far as I know. The streets were wet and icy this morning -- a good day to be home. We had a nice time of devotion during which Husband read to us from John 9 about the healing of the man born blind. The children respond better when Husband reads from the Scriptures. That's the way it ought to be, I suppose.

After family devotions, we all just relaxed. One knitted. Three did puzzles. Two played with figurines and kept herself busy. Husband and I spent a couple of hours pouring over our BSF Genesis study and had some good discussion there about Isaac. We are being prompted to recognize how trusting and passive Isaac was to willingly be sacrificed at Abraham's command. I wondered aloud if Isaac might not have been "simple-minded." I don't say that flippantly or rudely, but rather with a new realization that society says one thing -- makes one interpretation, while God sees everything as it truly is. Who are we to say that mental deficits are deficient at all? They are exactly as God meant them to be. They, too, have a purpose and plan that can only be accomplished by them! From a Kingdom perspective, perhaps an individual who is mentally feeble is actually more liberated, more blessed, more pleasing to the Lord.

It reminded us of a comment I made toward the end of our time at a presbyterian church, "How can I be child-like in my faith if I'm made to know so much?"