I was up in the middle of the night. There was a precious prodigal on the phone. The dear soul was weeping and weary. I encouraged her, advised her and prayed with her. She was better. Things were okay. I thought of the hymn, "Amazing Grace," and hummed it to myself as I drifted off to sleep. I thought of how we all struggle with human nature and our own depravity. I am grateful for a Heavenly Father who forgives and offers grace. We can be made whole in His presence.
This morning, the sun is shining. My house is quiet and I have much work to do. I will do it cheerfully. I will take the time to read my Bible and I will pray. I will pray for my own progress in this life, and I will pray for the progress of the prodigals and my children.
It is a long road to Heaven. It is crowded with thorns and tears and pain. But joy comes in the morning.
Blessings
Mrs. White
The Importance of being The Good Wife.
The Hard Days - When Mama Falls Asleep on the Job.
We must not put our own responsibilities on our children - A Cheerful and Willing Housekeeper.
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