D is for Dust
Our dusty driveway delights me. This is the rural dream I’ve long desired, dirty dishes, barking dogs, and dandelions included. One foot is still on shore while we hold the deed to our first house. So we’ll keep depending on the Lord to supply until He brings a buyer. Our work will be active waiting – the very best kind – and my how light His burden is when we choose joy! Yet oh how wonderful the weight of glory will be.
Just as a father has compassion on his children,
So the Lord has compassion on those who fear Him.
For He Himself knows our frame;
He is mindful that we are but dust.