Easy to Read …

Much to do today (hooray! no fever!) …

But I did a little blog to blog walk and found this convicting read over at “Christ is deeper still.”

There, a pastor writes:

“My dad died this year. I think about him a lot. I drew strength from his love. I miss him.

As a kid growing up, I didn’t need an alarm clock most mornings. I woke up to the sound of my dad, down the hallway, singing in the shower. Every morning he sang heartily, cheerfully, with zero irritation to me, this hymn:

When morning gilds the skies
My heart awaking cries
May Jesus Christ be praised
Alike at work or prayer
To Jesus I repair
May Jesus Christ be praised

I never wondered about my dad. Never once. Never. I knew where he stood. Unlike so many others, he was not hard to read. He did not take a wait-and-see, keep-a-low-profile, play-it-safe approach to life. Jesus was too real and wonderful to him. He praised the Lord openly throughout the whole of his life, public and private. What a man!

I want to be unmistakably easy to read, beginning with my dear family.”

I was SO convicted.

My family so often DOES see where I stand and SINFULLY, so often I stand squarely for ME. My comfort. My pleasures.

Oh oh oh! May God have mercy on my soul.
(I know He does.)

Blessed Wednesday to you!

Love,
Tara B.