Our son Reid is the author of today’s Mary Mail. Reid lives in Fort Worth. He is the president of the Fort Worth branch of Legend Bank. Imagine my surprise when I opened my email last night, and I saw this reflection from Reid.
This dad’s heart is full.
Life has been challenging of late. A global pandemic brought the world to a stand still. Untold challenges, hardships, sickness, and fear of the unknown has gripped us all. Racism and riots once again rear their ugly head. Yet through it all, my heart is full. How is it my heart can be full through such trials and sadness? My faith.
I’ve been working on myself (or at least trying) through the Q, and have found that the time away has been good for the soul. I have read more these last three months than the last 30 years of my life. I have picked up old hobbies and worked on developing a few more. Friendships have grown stronger, though not without their challenges. Work has been more fulfilling, a funny thing for a damn banker to say in the midst of a global recession and pandemic. However, there can be victories in the face of defeat. Foolishly, I often claim these as personal victories. However the Q has helped me understand true thanks is attributed to the Maker.
Lord, you have been our refuge through all generations. Before the mountains were born, the earth and the world brought forth, from eternity to eternity you are God. You turn humanity back into dust, saying “Return, you children of Adam!”. A thousand years in your eyes are merely a day gone by. Before a watch passes in the night, you wash them away; They sleep, and in the morning they sprout again like an herb, In the morning it blooms only to pass away; in the evening it is wilted and withered………………….Relent, O Lord! How long? Have pity on your servants! Fill us at daybreak with your mercy, that all our days we may sing for joy. Make us glad as many days as you humbled us, for as many years as we have seen trouble……..May the favor of the Lord our God be ours. Prosper the work of our hands! Prosper the work of our hands!
Prosper the work of our hands.