Here I am, rearranging ideas, making plans, and thinking about how many days shall come until Josh’s graduation and I immediately said, “It’s exactly in 25 days!” As I said the number a few times, I was thinking to myself, “That doesn’t seem right!” In my hurrying, as I was really working and managing several items at the same time, I calculated the days again and for some reason couldn’t get 25 out of my mind. I kept coming up with 25 days that my lad will BE passing through to another stage of life.
On last night, 05.11.2016, he and I were reviewing his financial obligations for furthering his education and I told him that I’d definitely need to do “something” more than what I’m currently doing to honor that requirement. There is more waiting on me as I pursue, by faith, for my sons. However, I knew that whatever I do cannot and I will it not to ever rule over my time to BE available to and for my family. As we were sharing, he, with a voice of assurance, encouraged me to DO (that word is very important).
DO what?
To DO that “something” that I had, the day before (05.10.2016), reneged on doing. That something was to apply for another position that would significantly assist my capacity to enrich my family’s Kadima shift. I was thinking that although I am qualified by abilities, education, and expertise, I wasn’t qualified by certification and it would BE unproductive to pursue.
While chatting with my mother on this morning’s drive, I say to her that we are not going to utilize student loans and become weighted down by debt. I declared to her that it is not the will of God, our Father, for us to live a life in arrears. About 10 hours before this conversation, I’d been studying and teaching my lads about the term peonage, i.e., labor in a condition of servitude to extinguish a debt; the condition of a peon (a person who does hard or boring work for very little money). As I was sharing with my mother, that word (peonage) came to mind and I say to her,
“On the faith of my son, I’m going to apply for the position!”
She came into agreement with me, and a few moments later, as we were ending our conversation, she sets things in motion with these words, “BE blessed upon blessed!” Initially, I thought she was inadvertently repeating her words. However, she said it again, “BE blessed upon blessed!” Now, at my destination, I am in the process of following through with my declaration and Mrs. Doubt-Procrastination reintroduced herself. I recognized her presence right away as I haw-hemmed around for an hour. Then I said, “Hmph! Bump that!” With great hope, I proceeded and did just that. I did what I said I’d do, and the enemy loses again!
But, back to this 25 days though. I begin to study the number 25, and it means forgiveness of sins by grace upon grace. This, of the sorts, reiterated what my mother said to me at the end of our conversation for me to “BE blessed upon blessed.” When this rose to my attention, serenity filled the atmosphere and I rested in this knowledge and measure: I AM blessed upon blessed and grace upon grace is my portion.
While shutting my house down from the days’ work, I still didn’t sense a confidence in my calculations and recalculated for a third time how many days there were until my lad passes through to another stage of life. This time, in a relaxed state, I got it right. It is 22 days. This number means light. Specifically, the light of God is for my son. For His yoke is easy for my son, and His burden (His abundance) is light (a relief) for us. SELAH!
P.S. I finally understand where I got 25 days from. From May 9th, the day I initially set out to do a thing, until the day my son passes through is exactly 25 days. Great things are awaiting us on June 3, 2016, and I will keep pressing to obtain our good!
©2016 Angela M. Smith
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