Pieces of discontent

There are many times in our life when we are annoyed with others.  We feel justified.  The world keeps spinning on its axis no matter what is going on with us.

God expects us to be patient and kind and loving.  ALL, not most of the time.  We are not justified, and we all too often rely on ‘how we feel’ instead of living and breathing in faith.

Ephesians 4:32  Be kind and compassionate to one another, forgiving each other, just as in Christ God forgave you.

2 Kings 20:3  Remember, Lord, how I have walked before you faithfully and with wholehearted devotion and have done what is good in your eyes.
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Pieces from my childhood

I have been inspired by this book; since it sat on the nightstand table of my mother’s side of the bed since I was a little girl.  I used to hold the book in my hand, flip through the pages, look at the various drawings of seashells and wonder why it was so important to my mother.

It was written in 1955 by Anne Morrow Lindbergh, and rewritten 20 years later.  it could have been written today, in 2015.  If you’ve ever walked on a sandy beach, for the sole purpose of picking shells, you’ve ‘lived’ this book.

I won’t spoil the book for you, now that your interest has been piqued, and I do encourage you to read it; request from your library!  Let me just say that it is incredibly simply written, it will move you to understand the hand of God much clearer than maybe you do now.

Secondly, from my childhood, is the bible we gave mom on Mother’s Day 1975.  I am so blessed to have this book in my possession now, in fact -it is the only bible I use now, each day I thumb through the pages as part of my bible study; perhaps in the same way mom did.

My mother died in 1978, I was 14 years old.  The reason I wrote “The Pieces” and why I blog here is it was through her passing to 25-some-odd years later that I returned to our Heavenly Father, relieved to be the prodigal daughter – accepted and loved as if I never had left.

I encourage you to find pieces from your childhood that bring joy and look at them again, as an adult with adult eyes.  You may be pleasantly surprised to feel some of that happiness again!

I understand now, why my mother enjoyed this book so much and why it was at the top of her book pile.  It is on my bookshelf with only my favorite books.  Full circle.