Spilt Beads – My mature response

Good Morning!

 

tiny beads

Time brings maturity of our physical.  Externally we share in the progressive age process. Inside, we believe as Christians, we are being changed into something ‘better’.

        A simple incident showed me……. I still have a long way to go.

          I knocked over a small tray of very tiny craft beads.   Working on a delicate project, the beautiful face of a Persian cat is emerging one tiny bead at a time. (This was a Christmas Gift from a granddaughter).

Beads spilled EVERYWHERE -across the floor – all through the fibres in the mat at my feet.   Later, I found some had fluttered into my shoes and onto a nearby shelf.  These beads are very small.

They are a challenge to work with.   I need a magnifying glass to see them clearly.

With maturity and poise I stood up.   I stamped my foot and loudly shouted ‘OH POOP!’ and burst into tears.

(My 6 year old self would probably have applauded).

I thank God I do not have a vocabulary of vile words but in that moment of frustration it sounded as if I shouted them ALL.

David helped me as with pan and brush we rescued most beads.   It took a long time for me later to separate them from clinging finite specks of dust and carpet fibre.

I share this with humour today to encourage us all.

We are indeed a work in progress. 

We need to keep travelling with the Lord.   We must look higher for Divine Inspiration.

But!

It is often the ‘little’ things that will reveal our need for His life-long maturing.

His Presence with us ensure that He will not give up.   He will keep working on us.

Blessings and Grace to you and yours today.

Life is a journey.

L I V E !!

 

 

 

 

 

About Faye

I m a wife, mother and grandmother. I have always enjoyed writing even from an early age. My book Beyond the Ashes has been written as a labour of love. All the characters are real to me and their story needed to be told. As a Christian my desire is to write General Fiction stories about real people but Hope and a desire for 'better' will always be part of the journey. I have had several short stories published over the years and moderate success in writing competitions. I realized as I was thinking today (30/01/15) that perhaps I should add here that I have had life experiences of many valley times but also many mountain top experiences. I can understand and be beside anyone who finds their life in tatters because I have 'been' there. Of course as I have got older as well there have been the added sorrows of losing not only older family members but also one by one finding the dearest of friends and the ones of greatest support and care also dying. On the site of rich mountains has been my certainty of the value of marriage and how grateful I am that after loss and sadness I made a happy and long-lasting marriage commitment. The one who was my best friend back then is still my best friend 45 years later. Beyond the Ashes touches upon the POWER of LOVE when folk can forget about their own personal 'feelings' and reach out in LOVE to a desperate and broken person.
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1 Response to Spilt Beads – My mature response

  1. oneta hayes says:

    Understandable frustration. It is a mark of continuing progress when one can change that challenge into a “Thank God, that doesn’t happen often!” It’s possible; we keep striving. 😀

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