Now--this day, the only day, the only time we have, right now for our present needs at this moment.
Now to Him--It's all about Him. Our Maker, Redeemer, and Lord.
Now to Him Who is able--He. Is. Able. We could stop there--He's able to handle anything and everything.
Now to Him Who is able to do--He can DO it. He not only hears us, He not only loves us, but He has the power to act and move.
Now to Him Who is able to do far more abundantly than all we ask or think--Whatever we can conceive or dream up in our wildest dreams. Nothing's too big for Him.
Now to Him who is able to do far more abundantly than all we ask or think according to the power at work within us--The power that raised Jesus from the dead, that gave sight to the blind, that healed the leaper...yes, that power resides within all who believe. That's some serious power.
Now to Him who is able to do far more abundantly than all we ask or think according to the power at work within us, to Him be the glory...Back to where we started--it's all, all, all about Him and His glory. Sometimes we forget that.
So right now, I'm just thanking my Ephesians 3:20 God for His presence and power. With us in the sunshine and happiest of moments in life...with us in the hardest, darkest times...and with us in all the in-betweens as well.
We're feeling mighty bittersweet around our house right now. We just watched our oldest son play his last golf tournament with his Davidson College teammates. And it was both joyous, nerve-wracking, fun, discouraging, exhilarating, happy, and so sad. So happy that it happened. So sad that it's over.
The college years literally fly by...which means our children are growing up and moving away, and can I just say for the record, that I personally think this stinks? Yes, yes, I know that's totally selfish...but oh my, how we want to be able to hold onto them just a little bit longer. Maybe a few more soccer games with our oldest daughter. A few more singing performances with our younger daughter. A few more preschool mother's day teas or Christmas parties or Easter egg hunts. A few more times to read Goodnight Moon or Horton Hears a Who or Polar Express with my boys. Why didn't I realize each of those readings would be the last with my little ones? Would I have taken more time and attention? Even in the midst of those exhausting preschool years, how could I have ever resented giving a few more minutes to read and talk and pray?
And maybe just a few more college golf tournaments with our son and his amazing teammates. Thank You Lord for the priceless gift of this group of young men--
...and all right next to the perfect plan of God. Thank You Lord that Your ways and plans are far, far greater than ours. Help us to trust You even when we cannot see or understand...because You are able to do far more abundantly.
My husband has been to almost all of Richard's tournaments. And hard as all this graduating stuff is on his old mama, I think it's even a bit harder on his daddy. Dang, this growing up stuff is hard. But we have to keep coming back to Dr. Seuss timeless words, "Don't cry that it's over; smile that it happened."
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