Do you ever jot something down on a piece of paper and stick it away only later to find it waded up in a drawer, a pocket or a purse? I've been cleaning out my closet this week and am going through my purses. Inside one of my purses I found something that I had copied down many moons ago (don't ask me where I got it) and I think that finding it is perfect timing for me for where I am at right now, this moment, this day and just two days from the year anniversary of losing my sweet and precious mother. I like to think that I was to have this message be discovered today. Here goes:
Humility....Humility is perpetual quietness of heart. It is to have no trouble.
It is never to be fretted or vexed, irritable or sore, to wonder at nothing that is done to me, to feel nothing against me. It is to be at rest when nobody praises me, and when I am blamed or despised.
It is to have a blessed home in myself where I can go and shut the door and kneel to my Father in secret and be at peace,
as in a deep sea of calmness when all around and about is trouble.
My thoughts and prayers today are on two families, both who had sons serving our country, both who have been brought back home - to our town - their caskets covered by our nation's flag. One of those young men is the son of a friend of mine; the other young man came from the same AFB that my son, Jordan, last served at. A heavy heart sits in my body for these precious young men and for their amazing families. May God be with them during this most difficult of times.
