Putting a new string on my guitar is a matter of
proper balance. String it too tight and it won’t play. String it too loose and
it hangs with a thud. Finding the proper tension that produces the beautiful
sound requires patience, firmness––and a steady hand.
Finding balance in the many areas of my life is
like that string. Go too much outside of myself and I forget the fundamentals
of daily silence. Retreat too much into myself, and I lose sight of service for
the Body of Christ in the people around me.
More often than not, proper balance becomes a
discipline of the will, a daily act of patient endurance—several times a day! Yet
it all becomes doable when I am like the tree mentioned in the first psalm––with
its roots planted in daily prayer, deep into the stream of He who is my Living
water.
Rio Frio
Leakey, Texas
As is so often the case, I arrive your blog, and find the wisdom that I need. Firmly planted. Living water. Balance.
ReplyDeleteThank you!
And I love that photo of the river.
I so love that we're walking together, Fran! and yes, I love that river... I go there every fall with a group of faith women friends to be renewed by its water :-)
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