The Promise I Have No Right To Make
Despite the fact that I am home all day, getting things done around the house doesn't seem to be as easy as one would think. Most of the time, I set up a play area for Lilleigh with all of her toys to entertain her, while I go turn off the stove or start a load of laundry. Despite all if the entertain options, every time it seems that I am interrupted with the same whining sound - ehhhhhhh - only to have that whine get louder and louder. She can only be silenced when I pick her up. In response to such whining, a common phrase around our house has become: I promise, I am not going to leave you, silly girl . But that's a promise that I know isn't mine to make. I am reminded of Isaiah 49:15, Can a woman forget her nursing child And have no compassion on the son of her womb? Even these may forget, but I will not forget you. How can that be? I feel as if I could never forget her. How powerful God's love for us must be. And another thought, Job 14:5 Since his days ...