So, why am I so restless? I'll admit, even though it was a funeral, I was around like-minded believers. This makes me happy. The bereaved family are kind, gracious people and it was a pleasure to do my part in the service and serving food afterwards. Simply put, this sort of service makes me happy.
I noted the difference in how I am at work and how I felt, even at a funeral. I'm reminded of the words of the priest, Ezra, after the people finished building the wall in Nehemiah's day. "...for the joy of the Lord is your strength." (Neh 8.10) It is true. My "joy" comes from laboring in His field and serving others. I don't think I had ever realized it in this way before. Certainly, I've quoted the verse many times but it has never impacted me this deeply.
I thought all my joy comes from my sweet daughter. Truly, she is a large part of what makes me happy and still gives me much joy. But she's been married now almost two years and though I'm still her mother, she doesn't need me as she once did.
If being a mother is what one needs to be happy, it won't be enough. Kids grow up!
To conclude and go back to bed before the work day begins - I would like to point out one verse, though there are others, this seems to fit the best; "...but by love serve one another.(Gal 5.14)
A revelation that I hope to keep in front of me the rest of the way home.
Peace to all who read these words. Amen Ps 57.7
