More encouragement for the discontented heart
While we're on about contentment, I happened upon another Puritan's perspective:
in which I discuss the unthinkable
Paul and I have just returned home from the funeral of a most precious little girl. Lydia's smile could have lit a room. Now it reflects the glory of God the Savior for all eternity. Perhaps you've noticed the sparsity of my entries here these last two weeks. We've been struggling and praying for appropriate ways to handle what we're dealing with, and when and whether to speak about it. Up until now, for reasons which will become obvious, I've only shared this with a very few trusted friends. Paul made reference to it on his blog several days ago, but with no specifics. I think it may be time for me to fill in the gaps. What we're dealing with is horrible and ugly - about as ugly as it gets. This all happens on the heels of my mother's death, and has now somehow managed to even overshadow that. Mother's death, as difficult as it was...well...it made sense. She was 87 years old, and hadn't been well in many years. This, on the other hand, is a m...
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Glad to hear your voice! I Hope you and your wife are recovering nicely.
Good ole Boomer! I did read that poem the other day, and you're right - night and day. One sees God/fate as adversary, the other as Father; which is exactly right. Apart from Christ we are adversaries of God; in Christ we are His beloved children.
The attitude described by Thomas Boston is the only natural one to someone who truly sees God as Father. Even accidents can be messengers of grace to those who receive them as such. That's how we see ours, anyway.