For 1 year I've stared at an enveloped entitled;
"All I need,
In 1 year of time - life happens.
Each moment, of each day, life happens.
This little envelope mirrored this truth as it was shuffled, dropped, moved -place to place- over the course of 365 days.
However, for the last few months it has found its home propped upon my bookshelf at level eyesight as I lay my head down each night.
These are often the last words that I read each night before bed, and I find comfort in their truth:
"All I need,
Today marked the start of a new season, and as I laid on my bed to rest, my eyes began to browse the bookshelf. My eyes stopped, as they always do, on the little envelope propped neatly in front of "Walking in the Way" and "The Hiding Place." I looked at the calendar, and back at the envelope. I quickly realized what the backside read, and I rushed to open it.
"Written on 9/23/11
.. Open on 9/23/12."
It was a letter .. from me. A letter in which the voice of my Lord spoke loudly.
Words penned exactly 1 year ago today that have been shut and sealed for the past 365 days.
Reading it now, exactly 1 year later,
I am reminded not to worry.
As though the Lord himself was speaking .. He reminds me:
Mia, don't think about who you will marry, think of me. There is no other He, that took you from darkness into light. Read my Word to you - it's always right. Take delight in me, Mia. I am for you. Keep your lips from evil, and let me use you.
I'm thankful for many things today;
this sweet year-old letter,
is one of them.
This year has gently (and sometimes not so gently) pounded 1 simple truth into the confines of my heart, soul, and mind:
God is the only constant.
Amidst heartbreak, tears, victory, let downs, marriage, heights, depths, and sweet laughter, laughter, laughter
.. One thing remains.
And it's the only thing that ever was
ever will be.
Thank you Jesus, that you speak clearly when we tune our ears to your voice.
Thank you that in a world that will never be what I can hold on to ..
All I need,
"O to grace how great a debtorDaily I’m constrained to be!
Let Thy goodness, like a fetter,
Bind my wandering heart to Thee.
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
Prone to leave the God I love;
Here’s my heart, O take and seal it,
Seal it for Thy courts above."