Revelations on the stairs

Manna to gather.
With which to be nourished.

Saturday Morning


I woke up at 6 this morning to go and have some quiet devotion time.  But at 6, I heard Little One and so I laid there a bit longer, wondering what to do.  Her chirps came and went, until after a stop to the bathroom, I heard her say "Mommy hold you!"  And so I thought for sure she is awake.  What to do?  As I sat at the top of the stairs waiting for just one more cry, my heart was hard.  But not as awfully hard as it has been on other early mornings.  Yet as I sat there and prayed for wisdom and prayed to deep see and prayed thanks that this was His grace He had chosen for the day, and as I did so, it hit me.  I was thinking upon Abraham saying YES, "here I am", to the Lord when He asked him to sacrifice Isaac, his one and only son whom he loved, and praying that I might say YES! to the Lord and wak in obedience to Him.  But what hit me was that obedience isn't always going to be and probably rarely will ever be this voice from Heaven, audibly telling me what to do.  And obedience isn't always going to look like these huge acts of faith.  Obedience, most often, will be in the way the day unfolds before me, in the small ways.  For example, our daughter waking early.  I can be obedient to the Lord and say YES to Him in this very moment and in this very way.  Though it isn't some gigantic task with which to follow through, He is asking me to love this little girl, though it be far from daylight.  And He is asking me to be obedient with my heart and my mind and with the attitudes that reside in both.  To say, in obedience, YES Lord.  I will faithfully and gently and tenderly show your Love to Tirzah this morn. Though it wasn't His voice from Heaven telling me what to do, I still know that this is what He is asking me to do, in faith, in obedience, in love for him, for this is His plan and His will unfolding before my very eyes.