 A spindly branch of wattle blossoms from the bushland at the end of my street. And a spindly 'think' from my journal where I'm musing about faith and trust and the Refiner's work of love. *** You meet me where the heart is aching. You hold me when the cracks begin to show. You
mould me in these surrendering moments... into something more precious than I already was. You scoop away the dross I've gathered. You tend the furnace without looking away. You watch for growth I would not expect... and all for your glory all for my good all in your time, Amen. © Penny Reeve 2024
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Jacqui Conlon
12/9/2024 09:35:50 am
Your “ spindly think” beautifully captured the essence of our relationship with our Sovereign God. I particularly like the line: “You scoop away the dross I’ve gathered”. I so often find myself bemoaning all my failures, the dross. How wonderful to see that He scoops them away and nails them to the cross. Leave a Reply. |
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