I was introduced to Elisabeth Elliot, the speaker and author many years ago. We were living in Utica, NY and my first three boys were young back then. Dave and I been invited to hear her speak near by and we went. She was mainly speaking to women (not preaching) that night. I connected with her right away. I have read everything she has ever written since then. She has a heart for Christ and a 'trusting' walk with her God faithfully through the years, always depending on him and his grace. She has been widowed twice. She is now in her late 80s and lives in New England along the shore.
Elisabeth once said she had ladies ask her all the time "why has God not given me a husband and yet He has given you three?" She does not know, she says. God does. She never went looking for them, they found her. I appreciate that answer in a day and age when it seems so many young women are on the 'prowl'......even ones who call themselves believers. Rare is the young lady who waits for God's timing.
Many blessing have I received from Elisabeth. I do not personally know her (although I do have books signed by her hand) yet have stored up much practical wisdom for my life from her sharing. When my boys were little, I would get so overwhelmed, so frustrated with 'daily-ness', so tired, so wanting adult conversation and yes, maybe felt a little sorry for myself that I was in the trenches always with too much to do and not enough time. We had one car back then, so getting out was not easy. I love being home, I love homeschooling, yet some days were just so routine and mundane. I sometimes would get 'stuck' ~ until I came across this poem Elizabeth loved back then and shared on the radio many many times. (she used to be on the radio everyday...I loved it)
Here is a quote of hers from her radio program many year ago:
"Have you had the experience of feeling as if you've got far too many burdens to bear, far too many people to take care of, far too many things on your list to do? You just can't possibly do it, and you get in a panic and you just want to sit down and collapse in a pile and feel sorry for yourself?
Well, I've felt that way a good many times in my life, and I go back over and over again to an old Saxon legend, which I'm told is carved in an old English parson somewhere by the sea. I don't know where this is. But this is a poem which was written about that legend. The legend is "Do the next thing." And it's spelled in what I suppose is Saxon spelling. "D-O-E" for "do," "the," and then next, "N-E-X-T." "Thing"-"T-H-Y-N-G-E."
DO THE NEXT THING
At an old English parsonage down by the sea,
There came in the twilight a message to me.
Its quaint Saxon legend deeply engraven
That, as it seems to me, teaching from heaven.
And all through the hours the quiet words ring,
Like a low inspiration, do the next thing.
Many a questioning, many a fear,
Many a doubt hath its quieting here.
Moment by moment, let down from heaven,
Time, opportunity, and guidance are given.
Fear not tomorrows, child of the King,
Trust them with Jesus, do the next thing.
Do it immediately, do it with prayer;
Do it reliantly, casting all care.
Do it with reverence, tracing His hand,
Who placed it before thee with earnest command.
Stayed on Omnipotence, safe ‘neath His wing,
Leave all results, do the next thing.
Looking to Jesus, ever serener,
Working or suffering be thy demeanor;
In His dear presence, the rest of His calm,
The light of His countenance, be thy psalm,
Strong in His faithfulness, praise and sing.
Then, as He beckons, do the next thing.
I cannot count the times this poem has kept me on the right path. Helped when I was worn out, helped when I wanted to quit, helped when I wanted to run away, helped when I was selfish or sad. Helped me when I didn't know what to do first. As the burdens seemed so big, I would remember Elisabeth and this poem. The haunting words would come sweetly......"Sherry, do the next thing."
Do you ever struggle and want to know what to do? Sweep the kitchen, hug that child, smile at the mailman, fold that laundry.....just do the next thing! Leave the results to Jesus!
Gratefully His, Lynette
Do you ever struggle and want to know what to do? Sweep the kitchen, hug that child, smile at the mailman, fold that laundry.....just do the next thing! Leave the results to Jesus!
Gratefully His, Lynette