It is better to trust in the Lord than to trust in people.
Psalm 118:8 ERV
Jubilee and I have been on a roller coaster for the last several months, Dear Reader. And really, it's my own fault. I mislaid my trust.
Have you ever been frustrated by the "justice" system, Dear Reader? There are several within my sphere of family, friends, and acquaintances, including Tom and me, who have walked away from the courts of man frustrated and confused.
What we seem to forget is that the "justice" of this world is not a synonym for the "justice" of the Lord. His Word gives us insight into His plan for us, what we long for, but not necessarily what we witness.
For the first five years or so, after we moved "up north" holidays weren't exactly fun. No yard full of laughing cousins. No kitchen bubbling over with delicious smells and mama stories.
It was sad and lonesome.
Then a couple at our church invited us to spend Thanksgiving with them. That was the beginning.
To my very young eyes, there seemed to be trees everywhere in south Georgia. Tall, frothy, seemingly pencil-thin pine trees. Much shorter, scaly-trunked palm trees.
When the fam moved to Kansas, Daddy, Buddy (my older brother), and I went rambling in our new biome every chance we got. We seemed to frequently mourn the lack of trees.
I've had a love affair with dresses for as long as I can remember. Thankfully, I was born into a family of seamstresses. I was blessed from christening dress to wedding dress.
I don't know if I actually remember the story of Daddy, me and the dress, or if I've heard Mama tell it so many times, it seems like I do.
It was coming on winter in middle Georgia where we lived, and I was dressing to go outside to play. Of course, I put on a dress. Mama told me in no uncertain terms to go take off the dress, and to put on my corduroy pants and Buster Brown shirt. Evidently, I wasn't having any of that. I'm pretty sure there was some foot stomping involved.
Dear Reader, have you noticed about yourself, or observed in fellow worshipers, how our expressions can change during worship? It's almost like we know a secret.
Perhaps it's God who knows a secret, the secret of our deepest needs.
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