Upon laying down of arms .
If I were an American, as I am an Englishman, while a foreign troop was landed in my country,I never would lay down my arms o never o never o never!
—Pitt,William, 1st Earl of Chatham known as the Elder
In my life, I can find it hard to lay down my arms. To surrender myself, my desires, particularly with regard to my vocation as a wife and mother. I tend to be like the first Earl of Chatham, mentally shouting never, never, never!
Or, usually, in my mind, Sh*t, Sh*t
I am so holy!
At least I can laugh at myself ..
has a very thoughtful post on vocation and surrender.
She writes In striving to practice obedience and self-surrender, I’ve been granted the greatest freedom I’ve ever known.
It is paradoxical and yet it is true. I give, I give up a desire, I struggle, I pray. And , eventually, there is a sense of reward, of fruitfulness, of this is right, of being content. Perhaps, too, of joy.
Nearly always. Eventually. Although eventually might mean a very long time.
And I don ‘t do this laying down of arms all the time, I don ‘t always surrender my desires. I don’t believe I am called to do so.
P.S. Pics are from Saturday’s RAAF Family Day. I thught the military theme fit in with the laying down of arms!