Symbol: Fancy coat of colors
Hymns: All The Way My Savior Leads Me; It Is Well With My Soul
Wesley got a coat today from the gleaning organization we volunteer at. It was a really cool looking jean jacket. At least five sizes too small for his 17 year old 6' 4" frame.
I let him know it, rudely, belittling. Nice to see you, too, Dad.
I don't like to act like Joseph's brothers. Especially toward my own children. But there I am with them, dragging the coat through the dust and the brambles, ripping and tearing it. Selfish. Loveless. Focused on me.
There's a pit on the path to the manger. A pit into which I myself should be thrown. But the light of Advent will fill it instead, for the purpose of capturing me for freedom.
This chaos of love that transforms and uses all things to work together for good for those who love God, from arrogant dream-telling, even to my thoughtless stray words, beggars me.
I am undone. As I should be. For Jesus is the reason.
1 comment:
Googled the Voskamp wreath. I wondered if it was the same Voskamp as Ann Voskamp, and lo and behold, it was. Her book is my favorite read of 2012. I bought it when we took David to Cedarville and my heart was breaking to have to say good-bye to my youngest child. Good-bye to motherhood as I had known it for 27 years. Her words were balm to my hurting soul. The simple act of giving thanks has been a type of healing for me. I'm at over 800 "thanks" in my list. Her style of writing reminds me or yours. Soul bearing kind of writing. Anyway, looking forward to more of your posts. Love, your sister, Lori
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