This sink, this formica counter, the things around which I wrap my hands seem so REAL, so meaningful. And the nations are as dust before the Lord? The coastlands as fine dust? Where does that leave my breakfast, my keyboard? Where does that leave me? Are there measurements for things as small as I am? I was reading this morning in Isaiah (ch. 40, I think). The same God who sits above the span of the earth, meauring all of reality and cupping it in his hand, also gives strength to those who wait upon him. He does not grow tired or weary in his lovingkindness to tiny details such as myself.
More details: I'm in WV. Today my sister turns 17. I was shocked to visit my blog last night only to find that I haven't posted since May 22nd! I must have a few unpublished posts floating around... backs of envelopes, that sort of thing. I'll gather them and post a few after I get back (home?) to Atlanta.
Posted by nickles at June 2, 2005 10:18 AM | TrackBack