Saturday, January 28, 2017

Writing with Kate Motaung

I thought a lot about this. Almost didn't write, again, but it is one word that gnaws at me so here it is, the one lesson I spend my life not quite learning. The word is control.

All the wanderings
All the disobedience
All the wars
All the evil kings
All the strategies
All the deaths
All the persecution
All the Martyrs
None of it ever stopped God from fulfilling His plan

Whatever the suffering
Whatever the immorality
Whatever the war
Whatever the hatred
Whatever the pretense
Whatever the fear
Whatever the abuse
Whatever the injustice
None of it will ever stop God from fulfilling His plan
He is in complete control


  1. Amen, Mary. I love this poem. In addition to Psalm 73, I was also reading 1 Thessalonians 2 and 3 this morning, where Paul himself expresses his worry that the trials these fledgling Christians were going through might enable "the tempter" to unseat their faith. It's hard to see good when our eyes get riveted on the ever-worsening bad. How important it is to ask God for "heart-sight" to look beyond the past "then" and the present "now" to the furture "then" where He will bring it all together in a mind-blowing happy resolution. Sylvia R at

  2. Thanks Sylvia. There is a then after the now. Now we see through a glass darkly, but then face to face. Now are the glimpses as you said. Blessings to you.

  3. Hi there Mary, I said I'd look you up! I love your poem, and I also read your bio....I get it! The more I know, the less I know. So true!