Each time I read the word "weight" or "weighty" in tis post, I thought of it as the definition of God's glory and/or honor, which is "kabad" in Hebrew. For example, your statement, "His Light expressed through the weight of our lives" brought to mind the glory of God's Light that's expressed in our ives--his joy, peace, strength, comfort, etc. I can't help but think that because your heart is in the right place, Deb, your life and your work WILL reflect the glory of God, accomplished by HIS illumination within you.
I found this interesting. For the past few months, I’ve been writing a book. Every day I learn something new. First, it was mostly new skills, but soon turned into something new about me every day.
Nancy, your words of encouragement mean more than I can say. You’re so right, and I can’t say that I considered it before you did: the weight of burden and grief can become blessing and glory in God’s hands.
It also means more than I can say that you have joined me here. Thank you. Your words have blessed me.
Don, exactly, and maybe that’s why some stories are laid to rest. Sometimes I write to figure out what I’m feeling, and sometimes to communicate what I’ve discovered. Often I find a change needed to happen in me before the words could fall in place. Thank you.
Each time I read the word "weight" or "weighty" in tis post, I thought of it as the definition of God's glory and/or honor, which is "kabad" in Hebrew. For example, your statement, "His Light expressed through the weight of our lives" brought to mind the glory of God's Light that's expressed in our ives--his joy, peace, strength, comfort, etc. I can't help but think that because your heart is in the right place, Deb, your life and your work WILL reflect the glory of God, accomplished by HIS illumination within you.
I found this interesting. For the past few months, I’ve been writing a book. Every day I learn something new. First, it was mostly new skills, but soon turned into something new about me every day.
Nancy, your words of encouragement mean more than I can say. You’re so right, and I can’t say that I considered it before you did: the weight of burden and grief can become blessing and glory in God’s hands.
It also means more than I can say that you have joined me here. Thank you. Your words have blessed me.
Don, exactly, and maybe that’s why some stories are laid to rest. Sometimes I write to figure out what I’m feeling, and sometimes to communicate what I’ve discovered. Often I find a change needed to happen in me before the words could fall in place. Thank you.