I awoke early this morning with the words of this poem echoing in my heart. I had fallen to sleep with these same words resting in my heart. So I hobbled down the stairs before my feet were ready to tackle the steps, and took my camera out into the sunshine. Would the sunrise still be glowing over the new garden? I had to know.
“I have reserved for myself … a remnant chosen by grace.” Romans 11:4-5
So when the Lord touched my heart with a poem about “Awakening” I knew that He was speaking something important that needed my listening:
He is awakening the Remnants of Himself in my heart that have lain covered up beneath my service.
As I soaked in the warmth of the sun’s rising over this humble little plot, there was a beating in my heart for the new that is really very old. A remnant from long ago. As a child, my heart was stirred to be with Jesus and soak in HIS warmth at a very young age. But as with all of us, life moves on, and duties begin to shape the way that we process our days. I learned early on to be the caregiver before the care became too heavy–that meant I was always on alert, ready to jump and take care of things at a moment’s notice. My Mom required much care as she herself suffered with various sicknesses, some very real, but all of them overburdened by anxiety. There were many years that I thought she demanded more of me than was fair. But actually, she taught me how to give a good gift: I gave her the gift of serving, and in turn learned how to bless others with that same gift. In the process I laid aside my own heart. … Or so I thought ….
2 Timothy 1:12
Nothing is ever really lost when we belong to Jesus. He is the perfect gatekeeper, and He watches over those childlike places in our hearts, just waiting for the right time to awaken and stir the embers of a passionate love. Those remnants that I thought were long gone, have been in HIS care, as He has shaped and transformed them into beautiful reflections of HIS loving.
I cannot see how my loving is meant to take shape and form in this new place. But one thing I do know: Jesus awakens the remnants of His Love when He calls the Garden of our hearts ready. Ready for the new, that is actually very old.
Thank you, Joy Lenton, for permitting me to copy your beautiful poem here!
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