I love being off on Sundays.
I still get up early because I have to be at church.
This morning started of okay I did what I always do and so on, only as I was pulling out of my driveway I spotted a baby bird on my walkway. Poor little thing. It's rather far from it's home, I don't have any trees in the front yard. We pulled away hoping that the momma would take care of the little squawker.
After church the boy and I met my dad for lunch. It was nice to spent time with The Dad and seems to be doing well.
I expected to find the little lost bird dead when I pulled into the garage. I was wrong that little one is a trooper. It was clearly upset and very hungry. Still no mamma in sight. I waited to hear a distressed momma. I know if my babies were out of the nest I'd be squawking up a storm. No upset parent.
Animals are different from us. For what ever reason this bird has found it self in a predicament that is going to kill it.
I want to take the little one out of it misery but kept thinking what if I spot a mamma or daddy. I wanted to pick that bird up and take it in and take care of it. Baby birds need a lot of care and to be honest I can't do it.
So there outside is the strongest baby bird I have ever seen and I'm in here thinking of how God sees us as these baby birds with our mouths hanging open begging for more and more and more not at all worried about the sin that is lurking around the corner ready to gobble us up. The difference is that I am not God and just can't save this baby bird. the blessing is that God can save our ugly-cute squawking selves.
Thank you God for saving us.
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Showing posts with label God. Show all posts
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Tuesday, February 01, 2011
Blizzard of 2011 home because I am His favorite
Thank God I’m not working today or tomorrow.
Honestly I thank God.
One of the dear-to-my heart ladies that I am blessed to work with pointed out that we were both off for two days while it snowed and it was because God made it happen. I can’t argue with that, not that I would ever argue with this lady. She tell me she is God's favorite Child.
This wonderful woman is a prayer warrior and a bright light in our lives. I wish I could grow up to be like her.
One of the books that I’m currently reading had a great line in it and I wish that I could find it to quote properly. It’s basically this- the woman in the book wondered when she would be as mature as the boy in the story.
I too wonder that for myself when I will grow up enough to be a child of God.
The lady I spoke of from work tells me that she is God's favorite child. She is, God has protected her from spousal abuse, death of those she loves, and other trials. God has protected her. She's a child of God. By the way she will tell you that you are too.
When my son broke his hip and I shared my worries about the ball dying she said It’s not going to happen and we will not give it thought .God won’t let it happen and she prayed for him. Now I have to tell you that I’m the mom and I gave it thought, not that I’m not full of faith I’m mom and I had to prepare.
I just wonder though when will I grow up enough to be a child of God?
When will I be ready to stand faithfully and tell people that I am God's favorite child.
Are you ready to claim it?
Friday, March 05, 2010
Wow after more than a year I am seeing the idea that God put into my head at my church.
Oh in no way can I take the credit even though I have been given it.
I’ll explain
Some time ago KB posted cardboard testimonies on his blog. (Correct me Bob if it wasn’t you)
I watched a couple of them on YouTube after that and was so taken by how so much can be conveyed in a so little words. So I had some knowledge of how it worked but hadn’t given it any thought in my church. God speaks to us in some awesome ways. I was at work when women approached me with a large stack of boxes as I rang her up I discovered and was invited to cardboard testimonies. I spoke to my minister about it and how I would like to see it happen at our church. He asked me to head it up. I agreed only my life became a soap opera, really look at this list from then to now:
FRIEND’S CANCER
DIVORCE
DAD’S HEART SURGERY
COURT
SON’S BROKEN HIP
MY KNEE SURGERY
COURT
ALASKA VACATION
SISTER WITH CANCER
SON’S PINS REMOVED
SISTER’S CANCER TREATMENTS
FRIEND BATTLING CANCER AGAIN
(Please pray for them)
As you can see from the list my life has been interesting
Still God is with me.
Cardboard testimonies is going to happen this Sunday!Wednesday night Greg announced that we were doing it and we got several responses. The one that I will forever hold in my heart is my daughter’s CANCER –other side- FIGHTING and a drawing of a fist. She has one about divorce also. I will most likely have to take it on stage for her, she tells me she’s shy.
I’m also putting large pieces of cardboard by the communion tables so that people can write what they have on their hearts. Greg was on the same page with me on hanging the cardboards around the church. And we all agreed on the music, without talking about it those of us involved had the same song in mind.
I love how God works!
If you're in town join us.
I’ll explain
Some time ago KB posted cardboard testimonies on his blog. (Correct me Bob if it wasn’t you)
I watched a couple of them on YouTube after that and was so taken by how so much can be conveyed in a so little words. So I had some knowledge of how it worked but hadn’t given it any thought in my church. God speaks to us in some awesome ways. I was at work when women approached me with a large stack of boxes as I rang her up I discovered and was invited to cardboard testimonies. I spoke to my minister about it and how I would like to see it happen at our church. He asked me to head it up. I agreed only my life became a soap opera, really look at this list from then to now:
FRIEND’S CANCER
DIVORCE
DAD’S HEART SURGERY
COURT
SON’S BROKEN HIP
MY KNEE SURGERY
COURT
ALASKA VACATION
SISTER WITH CANCER
SON’S PINS REMOVED
SISTER’S CANCER TREATMENTS
FRIEND BATTLING CANCER AGAIN
(Please pray for them)
As you can see from the list my life has been interesting
Still God is with me.
Cardboard testimonies is going to happen this Sunday!Wednesday night Greg announced that we were doing it and we got several responses. The one that I will forever hold in my heart is my daughter’s CANCER –other side- FIGHTING and a drawing of a fist. She has one about divorce also. I will most likely have to take it on stage for her, she tells me she’s shy.
I’m also putting large pieces of cardboard by the communion tables so that people can write what they have on their hearts. Greg was on the same page with me on hanging the cardboards around the church. And we all agreed on the music, without talking about it those of us involved had the same song in mind.
I love how God works!
If you're in town join us.
Friday, November 27, 2009
Here YOU take the wheel. . .
A few weeks ago I felt like it was all closing in on me. I mean come on already with letting go of control. I want to move on. I want to live my life. He isn’t allowing it, he’s angry and for some reason can’t seem to move onto the “friend” to yell at and control and abuse. They are getting married so bug her not me. I’m not angry anymore, I’m relieved. I don’t wake in the morning wondering what he will complain about. I don’t wonder what new insult he will fling at me. I wake happy, ready to meet the new day. I’ve always been a happy person.
I’ve had a couple of bouts with depression. The first bout was when I decided to leave college and the man that I loved left to see the world and entertain as he traveled. I lost my friends and that man at the same time. I missed college, him, and learning. I threw myself into a horrible job and tried to save money so that I could go back to college. I pulled myself out of the funk and moved on with my life.
The second bout was while married. I pulled myself out by throwing myself into writing.
I’m happy. Even while living with a man who critiqued our lives in and out of the bedroom I was happy. I could see the blessings.
I now go to a divorce group to just talk and to listen. It’s helpful to hear ideas and get prospective from those who are going through the same things. I sat next to a woman who knew my pain and I know how she feels. I know that she too is going to hit that wall. I know that she is going to feel that she will never have control of her life because he won’t let her. We hugged and I tried to tell her that it will get better. It has for me. I gave him that control. I gave him control. I’m now working on not giving him my mood. I’m working on not letting him run my life. I’m not going to allow him to hurt me anymore.
God has, is, and will be a guide. I recently sat in my car feeling that I wasn’t going to be able to give my children much of a Christmas. That I will never be able to fix the things on the house that need work. As I sat in the garage HE began to talk to me. HE asked me to give HIM the control . . . and I did just that.
. . . and HE has blessed me with several wonderful things. Like the insurance company kicking in some money for my knee surgery because of the wonderful lady at the Doctor’s billing department going after them. HE sent many other wonderful ways this last week to let me know that HE is in control.
. . . can we put HIM in control every day?
. . .I’m learning and try’n.
The only person that can control me is the one that I allow the ONE that I need to put in control is GOD.
I’ve had a couple of bouts with depression. The first bout was when I decided to leave college and the man that I loved left to see the world and entertain as he traveled. I lost my friends and that man at the same time. I missed college, him, and learning. I threw myself into a horrible job and tried to save money so that I could go back to college. I pulled myself out of the funk and moved on with my life.
The second bout was while married. I pulled myself out by throwing myself into writing.
I’m happy. Even while living with a man who critiqued our lives in and out of the bedroom I was happy. I could see the blessings.
I now go to a divorce group to just talk and to listen. It’s helpful to hear ideas and get prospective from those who are going through the same things. I sat next to a woman who knew my pain and I know how she feels. I know that she too is going to hit that wall. I know that she is going to feel that she will never have control of her life because he won’t let her. We hugged and I tried to tell her that it will get better. It has for me. I gave him that control. I gave him control. I’m now working on not giving him my mood. I’m working on not letting him run my life. I’m not going to allow him to hurt me anymore.
God has, is, and will be a guide. I recently sat in my car feeling that I wasn’t going to be able to give my children much of a Christmas. That I will never be able to fix the things on the house that need work. As I sat in the garage HE began to talk to me. HE asked me to give HIM the control . . . and I did just that.
. . . and HE has blessed me with several wonderful things. Like the insurance company kicking in some money for my knee surgery because of the wonderful lady at the Doctor’s billing department going after them. HE sent many other wonderful ways this last week to let me know that HE is in control.
. . . can we put HIM in control every day?
. . .I’m learning and try’n.
The only person that can control me is the one that I allow the ONE that I need to put in control is GOD.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Think'n differently
Now if you know me you know that I can’t leave it alone. I’ll think about it, pick at it, talk about it and eventually blog about it.
I’ve been perusing Jared’s book lately. I’m not too far into it but I do see an opinion that I disagree with. It’s nothing personal he’s a good writer and preacher and I am far from qualified to disagree out loud but you know how I am.
Genesis 22 (New International Version)
Abraham Tested
1 Some time later God tested Abraham. He said to him, "Abraham!" "Here I am," he replied.
2 Then God said, "Take your son, your only son, Isaac, whom you love, and go to the region of Moriah. Sacrifice him there as a burnt offering on one of the mountains I will tell you about."
3 Early the next morning Abraham got up and saddled his donkey. He took with him two of his servants and his son Isaac. When he had cut enough wood for the burnt offering, he set out for the place God had told him about.
4 On the third day Abraham looked up and saw the place in the distance.
5 He said to his servants, "Stay here with the donkey while I and the boy go over there. We will worship and then we will come back to you."
6 Abraham took the wood for the burnt offering and placed it on his son Isaac, and he himself carried the fire and the knife. As the two of them went on together,
7 Isaac spoke up and said to his father Abraham, "Father?" "Yes, my son?" Abraham replied. "The fire and wood are here," Isaac said, "but where is the lamb for the burnt offering?"
8 Abraham answered, "God himself will provide the lamb for the burnt offering, my son." And the two of them went on together.
9 When they reached the place God had told him about, Abraham built an altar there and arranged the wood on it. He bound his son Isaac and laid him on the altar, on top of the wood.
10 Then he reached out his hand and took the knife to slay his son.
11 But the angel of the LORD called out to him from heaven, "Abraham! Abraham!" "Here I am," he replied.
12 "Do not lay a hand on the boy," he said. "Do not do anything to him. Now I know that you fear God, because you have not withheld from me your son, your only son."
13 Abraham looked up and there in a thicket he saw a ram caught by its horns. He went over and took the ram and sacrificed it as a burnt offering instead of his son.
14 So Abraham called that place The LORD Will Provide. And to this day it is said, "On the mountain of the LORD it will be provided."
15 The angel of the LORD called to Abraham from heaven a second time
16 and said, "I swear by myself, declares the LORD, that because you have done this and have not withheld your son, your only son,
17 I will surely bless you and make your descendants as numerous as the stars in the sky and as the sand on the seashore. Your descendants will take possession of the cities of their enemies,
18 and through your offspring all nations on earth will be blessed, because you have obeyed me."
19 Then Abraham returned to his servants, and they set off together for Beersheba. And Abraham stayed in Beersheba
Some time later God tested Abraham. He said to him, "Abraham!"
God doesn’t test us because He wants to know how we are going to react. Think about it do you really think that God is sitting up there wondering how we will react. Can you picture it? God leaning over to Jesus saying “Dude wanta make a bet that that he runs away?” I don’t think so. I think that HE knows us and He knows the beginning and the end. He tests us so we will know how we will react. So that we can handle life and death. He tests us so that we know how to obey
2 Then God said, "Take your son, your only son, Isaac, whom you love, and go to the region of Moriah. Sacrifice him there as a burnt offering on one of the mountains I will tell you about."
WOW!!!!!!WHOM YOU LOVE!!!!!!!
Jared and I agree on this one I won’t kill my kid. Guess who knows that? God knows!
3 Early the next morning Abraham got up and saddled his donkey.
Think on this EARLY. Why tell us what time of the day? I think if I had to do something that hard I’d not sleep the night before and I’d need to get up early so that my courage wouldn’t sink. I don't know about you but I tend to put things off the longer I think about it.
He took with him two of his servants and his son Isaac. When he had cut enough wood for the burnt offering, he set out for the place God had told him about. 4 On the third day Abraham looked up and saw the place in the distance.
ON THE THIRD DAY! What a long and difficult journey. Take a moment and think about it. Twice my son had to go into the operating room and with every tick of the clock my heart hurt. I didn’t exhale until his wonderful face was in front of me.
He said to his servants, "Stay here with the donkey while I and the boy go over there. We will worship and then we will come back to you."
I’m sure he didn’t want to say something like “Hey guys I’m going to kill my son up there so hang tight.” The men might have jumped in and tried to stop that crazy man.
6 Abraham took the wood for the burnt offering and placed it on his son Isaac, and he himself carried the fire and the knife. As the two of them went on together, 7 Isaac spoke up and said to his father Abraham, "Father?" "Yes, my son?" Abraham replied. "The fire and wood are here," Isaac said, "but where is the lamb for the burnt offering?"
I don’t know if God had prepared Isaac but I do think that he wasn’t afraid at that moment.
8 Abraham answered, "God himself will provide the lamb for the burnt offering, my son." And the two of them went on together.
See they went together. Abraham didn't grab him up and drag the boy.
9 When they reached the place God had told him about, Abraham built an altar there and arranged the wood on it. He bound his son Isaac and laid him on the altar, on top of the wood.
Okay now think about this one. Have you ever tried to get your kid in a wrestling hold? Not too easy is it? Isaac didn’t put up a fight because Isaac would have won the fight. Isaac knew that it was from God.
Then he reached out his hand and took the knife to slay his son.
The knife is in his hand and he is ready to kill his son.
. 11 But the angel of the LORD called out to him from heaven, "Abraham! Abraham!" "Here I am," he replied.
Have you ever been told or thought that someone you love is going to die then you hear that they are cancer free or the heart attack wasn’t fatal. Now think of it at your hand. What a release of air Abraham must have let out.Think on this Isaac thought that the father he loved was going to kill him. He didn't struggle or cry out to God he too had faith in God. He knew that God would take him home to be with Him.
12 "Do not lay a hand on the boy," he said. "Do not do anything to him. Now I know that you fear God, because you have not withheld from me your son, your only son."
13 Abraham looked up and there in a thicket he saw a ram caught by its horns. He went over and took the ram and sacrificed it as a burnt offering instead of his son. 14 So Abraham called that place The LORD Will Provide. And to this day it is said, "On the mountain of the LORD it will be provided."
Abraham sacrificed his son that day.
He took him to the altar.
He bound him.
He readied the fire.
He raised the knife.
In his heart he killed his son to obey God.
Amazing . . .
and. . .
. . . .. . . frightening.
And have not withheld your son, your only son.
Just as God didn’t withhold His Son His only Son that day on the cross.
What a powerful and amazing story of obedience and love.
I’ve been perusing Jared’s book lately. I’m not too far into it but I do see an opinion that I disagree with. It’s nothing personal he’s a good writer and preacher and I am far from qualified to disagree out loud but you know how I am.
Genesis 22 (New International Version)
Abraham Tested
1 Some time later God tested Abraham. He said to him, "Abraham!" "Here I am," he replied.
2 Then God said, "Take your son, your only son, Isaac, whom you love, and go to the region of Moriah. Sacrifice him there as a burnt offering on one of the mountains I will tell you about."
3 Early the next morning Abraham got up and saddled his donkey. He took with him two of his servants and his son Isaac. When he had cut enough wood for the burnt offering, he set out for the place God had told him about.
4 On the third day Abraham looked up and saw the place in the distance.
5 He said to his servants, "Stay here with the donkey while I and the boy go over there. We will worship and then we will come back to you."
6 Abraham took the wood for the burnt offering and placed it on his son Isaac, and he himself carried the fire and the knife. As the two of them went on together,
7 Isaac spoke up and said to his father Abraham, "Father?" "Yes, my son?" Abraham replied. "The fire and wood are here," Isaac said, "but where is the lamb for the burnt offering?"
8 Abraham answered, "God himself will provide the lamb for the burnt offering, my son." And the two of them went on together.
9 When they reached the place God had told him about, Abraham built an altar there and arranged the wood on it. He bound his son Isaac and laid him on the altar, on top of the wood.
10 Then he reached out his hand and took the knife to slay his son.
11 But the angel of the LORD called out to him from heaven, "Abraham! Abraham!" "Here I am," he replied.
12 "Do not lay a hand on the boy," he said. "Do not do anything to him. Now I know that you fear God, because you have not withheld from me your son, your only son."
13 Abraham looked up and there in a thicket he saw a ram caught by its horns. He went over and took the ram and sacrificed it as a burnt offering instead of his son.
14 So Abraham called that place The LORD Will Provide. And to this day it is said, "On the mountain of the LORD it will be provided."
15 The angel of the LORD called to Abraham from heaven a second time
16 and said, "I swear by myself, declares the LORD, that because you have done this and have not withheld your son, your only son,
17 I will surely bless you and make your descendants as numerous as the stars in the sky and as the sand on the seashore. Your descendants will take possession of the cities of their enemies,
18 and through your offspring all nations on earth will be blessed, because you have obeyed me."
19 Then Abraham returned to his servants, and they set off together for Beersheba. And Abraham stayed in Beersheba
Some time later God tested Abraham. He said to him, "Abraham!"
God doesn’t test us because He wants to know how we are going to react. Think about it do you really think that God is sitting up there wondering how we will react. Can you picture it? God leaning over to Jesus saying “Dude wanta make a bet that that he runs away?” I don’t think so. I think that HE knows us and He knows the beginning and the end. He tests us so we will know how we will react. So that we can handle life and death. He tests us so that we know how to obey
2 Then God said, "Take your son, your only son, Isaac, whom you love, and go to the region of Moriah. Sacrifice him there as a burnt offering on one of the mountains I will tell you about."
WOW!!!!!!WHOM YOU LOVE!!!!!!!
Jared and I agree on this one I won’t kill my kid. Guess who knows that? God knows!
3 Early the next morning Abraham got up and saddled his donkey.
Think on this EARLY. Why tell us what time of the day? I think if I had to do something that hard I’d not sleep the night before and I’d need to get up early so that my courage wouldn’t sink. I don't know about you but I tend to put things off the longer I think about it.
He took with him two of his servants and his son Isaac. When he had cut enough wood for the burnt offering, he set out for the place God had told him about. 4 On the third day Abraham looked up and saw the place in the distance.
ON THE THIRD DAY! What a long and difficult journey. Take a moment and think about it. Twice my son had to go into the operating room and with every tick of the clock my heart hurt. I didn’t exhale until his wonderful face was in front of me.
He said to his servants, "Stay here with the donkey while I and the boy go over there. We will worship and then we will come back to you."
I’m sure he didn’t want to say something like “Hey guys I’m going to kill my son up there so hang tight.” The men might have jumped in and tried to stop that crazy man.
6 Abraham took the wood for the burnt offering and placed it on his son Isaac, and he himself carried the fire and the knife. As the two of them went on together, 7 Isaac spoke up and said to his father Abraham, "Father?" "Yes, my son?" Abraham replied. "The fire and wood are here," Isaac said, "but where is the lamb for the burnt offering?"
I don’t know if God had prepared Isaac but I do think that he wasn’t afraid at that moment.
8 Abraham answered, "God himself will provide the lamb for the burnt offering, my son." And the two of them went on together.
See they went together. Abraham didn't grab him up and drag the boy.
9 When they reached the place God had told him about, Abraham built an altar there and arranged the wood on it. He bound his son Isaac and laid him on the altar, on top of the wood.
Okay now think about this one. Have you ever tried to get your kid in a wrestling hold? Not too easy is it? Isaac didn’t put up a fight because Isaac would have won the fight. Isaac knew that it was from God.
Then he reached out his hand and took the knife to slay his son.
The knife is in his hand and he is ready to kill his son.
. 11 But the angel of the LORD called out to him from heaven, "Abraham! Abraham!" "Here I am," he replied.
Have you ever been told or thought that someone you love is going to die then you hear that they are cancer free or the heart attack wasn’t fatal. Now think of it at your hand. What a release of air Abraham must have let out.Think on this Isaac thought that the father he loved was going to kill him. He didn't struggle or cry out to God he too had faith in God. He knew that God would take him home to be with Him.
12 "Do not lay a hand on the boy," he said. "Do not do anything to him. Now I know that you fear God, because you have not withheld from me your son, your only son."
13 Abraham looked up and there in a thicket he saw a ram caught by its horns. He went over and took the ram and sacrificed it as a burnt offering instead of his son. 14 So Abraham called that place The LORD Will Provide. And to this day it is said, "On the mountain of the LORD it will be provided."
Abraham sacrificed his son that day.
He took him to the altar.
He bound him.
He readied the fire.
He raised the knife.
In his heart he killed his son to obey God.
Amazing . . .
and. . .
. . . .. . . frightening.
And have not withheld your son, your only son.
Just as God didn’t withhold His Son His only Son that day on the cross.
What a powerful and amazing story of obedience and love.
Tuesday, September 01, 2009
No matter how He sends us. . .kicking and screaming . . .
I was IM’n a buddy the other night and responded that I was really doing okay in spite of all the stuff in my life. My house is a mess, my lawn needs to be mowed, I have bills to pay, my sister has a rare cancer and isn’t doing well, my son is having surgery to remove the pins this week, I’m getting rid of the kitten and the kids aren’t happy, this is the time of year that my hours get cut and I’ve had to take time off for the boy and my sis. But really I’m okay.
He sent me these words
Philippians 4:11-13 (Today's New International Version)
11 I am not saying this because I am in need, for I have learned to be content whatever the circumstances. 12 I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want. 13 I can do all this through him who gives me strength
He has given me the strength to take whatever this life gives. He also has gone and gotten me this past week. Honestly it was as if He grabbed my hand and dragged me to church. I’m a bit of a recluse at times at church. I know it sounds surprising but it’s true. I get the kids where they need to be then head to the booth.
So. . .
I hadn’t planned to show up for the big event at my church. I had done very little to help due to my sister being ill and didn't really care that it was happening. Big deal is what I was thinking. I am not going and who cares if I show up. God cares and He said so in a phone call and with my friends/hey we’re family. (No God didn't call He had someone do it) I was asked if my daughter would light candles for the Saturday night event. I agreed. NOW I HAVE TO GO!
When I walked with my friends/hey we’re family to look at the decorations they told me about the dinner (I even failed to look at what was going on) I told them that I hadn’t sent an RSVP. They informed me that one of our family members had and wouldn’t be there so I was covered.
God fed the multitudes and me.
I worked that morning at my paying job and checked on my son after work then dashed to church. I was needed in the booth and had a blast.
We CofC folks can rock at times.
I wish that I could bottle that spirit up and take it to my sister. I ached for her presence when Sharron sang, she loved listening to her.
I loved the hugs and love.
I visited with several people that I hadn’t seen in a while.
It’s so amazing how God sees what we don’t.
He sees in our darkness.
He sees through us.
He sees within us.
He sees with us.
He knows us . . .
. . . and knows when to drag us into His fellowship to show us love.
The event wasn’t about me it was about celebrating what He gave us and will continue to give to us.
No matter how God sends for us. . .
kicking and screaming. . .
laughing. . .
crying. . .
or singing. . .
we should know that we are sent.
He sent me these words
Philippians 4:11-13 (Today's New International Version)
11 I am not saying this because I am in need, for I have learned to be content whatever the circumstances. 12 I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want. 13 I can do all this through him who gives me strength
He has given me the strength to take whatever this life gives. He also has gone and gotten me this past week. Honestly it was as if He grabbed my hand and dragged me to church. I’m a bit of a recluse at times at church. I know it sounds surprising but it’s true. I get the kids where they need to be then head to the booth.
So. . .
I hadn’t planned to show up for the big event at my church. I had done very little to help due to my sister being ill and didn't really care that it was happening. Big deal is what I was thinking. I am not going and who cares if I show up. God cares and He said so in a phone call and with my friends/hey we’re family. (No God didn't call He had someone do it) I was asked if my daughter would light candles for the Saturday night event. I agreed. NOW I HAVE TO GO!
When I walked with my friends/hey we’re family to look at the decorations they told me about the dinner (I even failed to look at what was going on) I told them that I hadn’t sent an RSVP. They informed me that one of our family members had and wouldn’t be there so I was covered.
God fed the multitudes and me.
I worked that morning at my paying job and checked on my son after work then dashed to church. I was needed in the booth and had a blast.
We CofC folks can rock at times.
I wish that I could bottle that spirit up and take it to my sister. I ached for her presence when Sharron sang, she loved listening to her.
I loved the hugs and love.
I visited with several people that I hadn’t seen in a while.
It’s so amazing how God sees what we don’t.
He sees in our darkness.
He sees through us.
He sees within us.
He sees with us.
He knows us . . .
. . . and knows when to drag us into His fellowship to show us love.
The event wasn’t about me it was about celebrating what He gave us and will continue to give to us.
No matter how God sends for us. . .
kicking and screaming. . .
laughing. . .
crying. . .
or singing. . .
we should know that we are sent.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Don't worry be happy
Cool quote from a third grader:
This one is sure makes one that I overheard a third grader say. Pregnant women can’t drive.
I had no idea did you?
I may have missed a bit of it because they didn’t use a sound system.
It’s not what we did in the past, it’s not what we will do in the future, it’s what comes from within.
A nice bit of awesomeness today!
***Keep reading**********************I have more to say***
Luke 12:22-34 (Today's New International Version)
Do Not Worry 22 Then Jesus said to his disciples: "Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat; or about your body, what you will wear. 23 Life is more than food, and the body more than clothes. 24 Consider the ravens: They do not sow or reap, they have no storeroom or barn; yet God feeds them. And how much more valuable you are than birds! 25 Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to your life?26 Since you cannot do this very little thing, why do you worry about the rest?
27 "Consider how the wild flowers grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you, not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. 28 If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today, and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, how much more will he clothe you—you of little faith! 29 And do not set your heart on what you will eat or drink; do not worry about it. 30 For the pagan world runs after all such things, and your Father knows that you need them. 31 But seek his kingdom, and these things will be given to you as well.
32 "Do not be afraid, little flock, for your Father has been pleased to give you the kingdom. 33 Sell your possessions and give to the poor. Provide purses for yourselves that will not wear out, a treasure in heaven that will never fail, where no thief comes near and no moth destroys. 34 For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.
I needed to hear this one today.
It’s cool how God rolls like that. I opened an email and there it is Don’t worry be happy.
The rain is tapping on the window I have music playing softly. I have to be at Miss Littles’ school soon but for now God is whispering to me Do not be afraid.
This one is sure makes one that I overheard a third grader say. Pregnant women can’t drive.
I had no idea did you?
I may have missed a bit of it because they didn’t use a sound system.
It’s not what we did in the past, it’s not what we will do in the future, it’s what comes from within.
A nice bit of awesomeness today!
***Keep reading**********************I have more to say***
Luke 12:22-34 (Today's New International Version)
Do Not Worry 22 Then Jesus said to his disciples: "Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat; or about your body, what you will wear. 23 Life is more than food, and the body more than clothes. 24 Consider the ravens: They do not sow or reap, they have no storeroom or barn; yet God feeds them. And how much more valuable you are than birds! 25 Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to your life?26 Since you cannot do this very little thing, why do you worry about the rest?
27 "Consider how the wild flowers grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you, not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. 28 If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today, and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, how much more will he clothe you—you of little faith! 29 And do not set your heart on what you will eat or drink; do not worry about it. 30 For the pagan world runs after all such things, and your Father knows that you need them. 31 But seek his kingdom, and these things will be given to you as well.
32 "Do not be afraid, little flock, for your Father has been pleased to give you the kingdom. 33 Sell your possessions and give to the poor. Provide purses for yourselves that will not wear out, a treasure in heaven that will never fail, where no thief comes near and no moth destroys. 34 For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.
I needed to hear this one today.
It’s cool how God rolls like that. I opened an email and there it is Don’t worry be happy.
The rain is tapping on the window I have music playing softly. I have to be at Miss Littles’ school soon but for now God is whispering to me Do not be afraid.
Thursday, March 05, 2009
I’m going to head something up at my church . . .
. . . .at some point
With this comes a confession and I confessed it last Sunday to my new/old minister. He was the associate minister but now is the lead minister because my minister stepped down for a church plant.
I want to put cardboard testimonies on in my church. U Tube it is you aren’t sure what it is. We had a time line but with the broken son, knee work, and the minister who was going to help me stepping in to the lead position it was put off.
Milly gives a sigh of relief.
My confession that led to me realizing how much I need those folks at my church and how God talks to me.
So I’m in the shower thinking of the testimonies and how powerful it is I started thinking about my testimony after all I was putting this thing together and I would need to have a good one. What could I say about me?
How has God impacted my life?
Me
Me
My
My
I
I
I
Oh snap!!!!!
Bam!
Milly this isn’t about you!
Just thinking about testimonies has led me down a path of realizing how self centered I am. I’m not all bad I also thought about those in my church who have been there for me. One man in my church was stricken with a horrible painful illness, something like Preacherman suffers from. When he first came back he spotted me and smiled I walked over to him to see how he was. We shared a painful hug for him, I could see it his face but only for a brief moment. He pointed to me and said “I’ve been praying for you.” Me! Wow! This man is in pain every moment. He has small boys who are always on the move. He can’t go out and toss a ball with them because of the pain. He comes up to the booth to see me. from time to time and listens to me and gives advice. I love him and his wife. I’ve had several people tell me that they are praying for me and my children even in the face of their hardships. I know that it shouldn’t floor me I pray for them. It touches my heart.
My testimony isn’t written yet but when it is I know that it will be about God not me.
I confessed to the minister and his wife that I was thinking of me and how I could make it an impactful testimony. They laughed with me for my failings after all I'm not the only one who might go down that path of learning.
My God let me know that I was wrong for that. . . .and He loves me.
With this comes a confession and I confessed it last Sunday to my new/old minister. He was the associate minister but now is the lead minister because my minister stepped down for a church plant.
I want to put cardboard testimonies on in my church. U Tube it is you aren’t sure what it is. We had a time line but with the broken son, knee work, and the minister who was going to help me stepping in to the lead position it was put off.
Milly gives a sigh of relief.
My confession that led to me realizing how much I need those folks at my church and how God talks to me.
So I’m in the shower thinking of the testimonies and how powerful it is I started thinking about my testimony after all I was putting this thing together and I would need to have a good one. What could I say about me?
How has God impacted my life?
Me
Me
My
My
I
I
I
Oh snap!!!!!
Bam!
Milly this isn’t about you!
Just thinking about testimonies has led me down a path of realizing how self centered I am. I’m not all bad I also thought about those in my church who have been there for me. One man in my church was stricken with a horrible painful illness, something like Preacherman suffers from. When he first came back he spotted me and smiled I walked over to him to see how he was. We shared a painful hug for him, I could see it his face but only for a brief moment. He pointed to me and said “I’ve been praying for you.” Me! Wow! This man is in pain every moment. He has small boys who are always on the move. He can’t go out and toss a ball with them because of the pain. He comes up to the booth to see me. from time to time and listens to me and gives advice. I love him and his wife. I’ve had several people tell me that they are praying for me and my children even in the face of their hardships. I know that it shouldn’t floor me I pray for them. It touches my heart.
My testimony isn’t written yet but when it is I know that it will be about God not me.
I confessed to the minister and his wife that I was thinking of me and how I could make it an impactful testimony. They laughed with me for my failings after all I'm not the only one who might go down that path of learning.
My God let me know that I was wrong for that. . . .and He loves me.
Sunday, March 01, 2009
Is this in your face?
It is in mine
James 3:9-12 (New International Version)
9With the tongue we praise our Lord and Father, and with it we curse men, who have been made in God's likeness. 10Out of the same mouth come praise and cursing. My brothers, this should not be. 11Can both fresh water and salt[a] water flow from the same spring? 12My brothers, can a fig tree bear olives, or a grapevine bear figs? Neither can a salt spring produce fresh water.
How can we praise God and teach others about Jesus and then spew hate for the guy who cut you off in traffic?
It’s in my face this week because I’ve been a bit unhappy with someone. I’ve been reading a couple of blogs that have post on finding forgiveness and needed it is. Darn if not only are we to find forgiveness but we can’t speak ill of them and by real definition we aren’t even to think ill of them. THAT IS JUST TOO HARD!!!! I wanted to wait after reading this and hearing James 3:9-12 after all I’m not ready yet. I will be soon but not yet.
So I can wait right?
In my face!
God doesn’t wait he forgives me the moment I ask. . .Before I ask.
I’m not saying that we should be a doormat . . . no I won’t be that.
I’m saying that God commands us to forgive because He knows that we need to. When we hold grudges we let it grow, it hurts us not the offender. That’s a hard one isn’t it? They have hurt us and they know it and they just don’t give a damn. But we are the ones who have to let it go because it’s . . . good for us.
Have I forgiven all of those hurts? No not yet but I do feel in time I will. I will work hard at not speaking ill of those who do hurt those I love. And in not speaking ill of them I might have less to forgive.
James 3:9-12 (New International Version)
9With the tongue we praise our Lord and Father, and with it we curse men, who have been made in God's likeness. 10Out of the same mouth come praise and cursing. My brothers, this should not be. 11Can both fresh water and salt[a] water flow from the same spring? 12My brothers, can a fig tree bear olives, or a grapevine bear figs? Neither can a salt spring produce fresh water.
How can we praise God and teach others about Jesus and then spew hate for the guy who cut you off in traffic?
It’s in my face this week because I’ve been a bit unhappy with someone. I’ve been reading a couple of blogs that have post on finding forgiveness and needed it is. Darn if not only are we to find forgiveness but we can’t speak ill of them and by real definition we aren’t even to think ill of them. THAT IS JUST TOO HARD!!!! I wanted to wait after reading this and hearing James 3:9-12 after all I’m not ready yet. I will be soon but not yet.
So I can wait right?
In my face!
God doesn’t wait he forgives me the moment I ask. . .Before I ask.
I’m not saying that we should be a doormat . . . no I won’t be that.
I’m saying that God commands us to forgive because He knows that we need to. When we hold grudges we let it grow, it hurts us not the offender. That’s a hard one isn’t it? They have hurt us and they know it and they just don’t give a damn. But we are the ones who have to let it go because it’s . . . good for us.
Have I forgiven all of those hurts? No not yet but I do feel in time I will. I will work hard at not speaking ill of those who do hurt those I love. And in not speaking ill of them I might have less to forgive.
Friday, January 30, 2009
Inspiration
I haven’t felt that inspired lately. Things around here are edgy or something. See what I mean very little inspiration.
I’m sitting at the dining room table working on the summer Disney scrapbook. I’ve lost the C in escape, I suppose it did just that. Poor lost C. I lost the dot on an i but it still seems fine.
To fill you in on things that have sucked it out of me:
My aunt is in the hospital, surgery to remove a large amount of her intestine.
My son broke his hip.
My dad is doing well but still has me on edge.
Someone in my family has Crohn’s and isn’t looking too well.
I’m having my knee worked on in February.
My friend's cancer isn't gone.
That divorce thing
I’ve lost my temper with my boss twice this last week. He’s a man so he keeps saying stupid stuff like “I know you’re a bit stressed.” And “What’s this all about?” MEN!!!!!
I had a two day migraine.
I spent some time in the car today with God crying and talking. I talked a lot about me and how He should be helping me. He let me know that he was. Yes it is about me right now because it’s my blog and I write about me and when I need to lean I need to lean. So He told me that He was right next to me with His shoulder for crying and His arms for holding. And after all, my aunt came through surgery. My attorney has made me laugh and is a Christian. My son had the best surgeon around and is making me laugh every day. My daddy is taking care of us and doing a great job and he is still with us. They found Crohn’s before it was too bad. My surgeon is a good one and a Christian. He promised to pray for my son. I’m having my knee fixed after dealing with the pain. Insurance company willing. ;-}
I may have lost a friend but I still have lots of friends who really love me.
Still I don’t want to get up too early Saturday morning. I think I’ve earned it and I did complete four pages of the scrapbook.
Inspiration?
That divorce thing
I’ve lost my temper with my boss twice this last week. He’s a man so he keeps saying stupid stuff like “I know you’re a bit stressed.” And “What’s this all about?” MEN!!!!!
I had a two day migraine.
I spent some time in the car today with God crying and talking. I talked a lot about me and how He should be helping me. He let me know that he was. Yes it is about me right now because it’s my blog and I write about me and when I need to lean I need to lean. So He told me that He was right next to me with His shoulder for crying and His arms for holding. And after all, my aunt came through surgery. My attorney has made me laugh and is a Christian. My son had the best surgeon around and is making me laugh every day. My daddy is taking care of us and doing a great job and he is still with us. They found Crohn’s before it was too bad. My surgeon is a good one and a Christian. He promised to pray for my son. I’m having my knee fixed after dealing with the pain. Insurance company willing. ;-}
I may have lost a friend but I still have lots of friends who really love me.
Still I don’t want to get up too early Saturday morning. I think I’ve earned it and I did complete four pages of the scrapbook.
Inspiration?
After eight please.
I think I need to find my Bible and keep talking to God.
Thursday, January 08, 2009
My minister did the coolest thing last Sunday.
I had to take a fresh battery to him before he hit the pulpit/stage, after running around looking for him, being told to go in the wrong direction thanks to Greg. (What was I thinking listening to him?) thank God for tall men to point me in the right direction, way to hide in plain sight, I gave him the battery. He seemed shaky but it was almost go time and I had just given him a task right before. He sat in the pew then looked up at us. We try to focus on the players at hand in case they have a change of plans and need us to do something. The sermon is in the computer and notes are at hand it’s almost go time and he is staring at us. My cohort mumbles about the fact that he is looking at us. I whisper something back about it.
He came up to the booth with a slip of paper and two lines of notes on it. The scriptures are loaded I make sure the picture is changed because they weren’t right for the mood and they were too light.
He preached from the heart. I needed to hear it and I know the many others did. The sermon was real and personal. It touched me. It’s sort of sad that not everyone knows that it wasn’t planned.
My minister plans to the last detail on his sermons. He’s easy to follow when you are doing slides as long as you are awake. I’m still waiting for my Starbucks.
I love it when God leads
He came up to the booth with a slip of paper and two lines of notes on it. The scriptures are loaded I make sure the picture is changed because they weren’t right for the mood and they were too light.
He preached from the heart. I needed to hear it and I know the many others did. The sermon was real and personal. It touched me. It’s sort of sad that not everyone knows that it wasn’t planned.
My minister plans to the last detail on his sermons. He’s easy to follow when you are doing slides as long as you are awake. I’m still waiting for my Starbucks.
I love it when God leads
Sunday, December 21, 2008
What sparks your Christmas Spirit?
I can tell you that I am so over hearing Christmas music at work. I am over seeing people purchasing Christmas decorations with a grim look and a grumble on their lips. Miss Littles has had two chats with Santa’s helpers. We are done with that for the year.
At the work Christmas party I won OU stuff and a Larry The Cable Guy video. I returned everything but the OU hat, my son said he’d wear it. I used the store credit for things my daughter needed and The Santa Claus videos. The kids and I watched two of them that night, I feel asleep during the second so opted to watch the third another night.
So what sparks me?
Not being at the mall on THE BUSIEST DAY of the year. Yiks. I took a number for one the stores then went into another to return something. I came back and waited for them to call my number.
What gave me the spark?
Today’s production gave me a spark. The production was simple making it even better. The cast was small making it more realistic. It was real and it was great. Miss Littles did a great job with her speaking parts and solo. She was a beautiful angel. Mary added the real part by exploring her nose on stage and she fell. Don’t worry nose and body were fine. I had to smile at one of the wise men as he sat on stage because he sat like a typical boy.
What most of the audience didn’t know is that the kids hadn’t all been together for rehearsals once. They didn’t see me and the other ladies years before making angel costumes to hand down for years to come. They didn’t see us trying to fit squirmy children. They missed out on the typing of the production so that the children would have the words when needed. They missed out on the rehearsals, the patience of my sister and the lady who puts it all together. They didn’t note that the program was thought out by the art department so that parents could save it for year to come. (That’s a team of two one being me). They didn’t see the tears from stage fright, he managed to stand on stage for a while with a pep talk from my sister. They didn’t see us in the booth working to make things go as smoothly as we could control.
What gives me the spark?
Knowing that my children know why we celebrate the birth of Christ at this time of year and knowing that they will celebrate every day.
God gave us a wonderful gift that night and at this time we pause to remember how important that baby is for us.
At the work Christmas party I won OU stuff and a Larry The Cable Guy video. I returned everything but the OU hat, my son said he’d wear it. I used the store credit for things my daughter needed and The Santa Claus videos. The kids and I watched two of them that night, I feel asleep during the second so opted to watch the third another night.
So what sparks me?
Not being at the mall on THE BUSIEST DAY of the year. Yiks. I took a number for one the stores then went into another to return something. I came back and waited for them to call my number.
What gave me the spark?
Today’s production gave me a spark. The production was simple making it even better. The cast was small making it more realistic. It was real and it was great. Miss Littles did a great job with her speaking parts and solo. She was a beautiful angel. Mary added the real part by exploring her nose on stage and she fell. Don’t worry nose and body were fine. I had to smile at one of the wise men as he sat on stage because he sat like a typical boy.
What most of the audience didn’t know is that the kids hadn’t all been together for rehearsals once. They didn’t see me and the other ladies years before making angel costumes to hand down for years to come. They didn’t see us trying to fit squirmy children. They missed out on the typing of the production so that the children would have the words when needed. They missed out on the rehearsals, the patience of my sister and the lady who puts it all together. They didn’t note that the program was thought out by the art department so that parents could save it for year to come. (That’s a team of two one being me). They didn’t see the tears from stage fright, he managed to stand on stage for a while with a pep talk from my sister. They didn’t see us in the booth working to make things go as smoothly as we could control.
What gives me the spark?
Knowing that my children know why we celebrate the birth of Christ at this time of year and knowing that they will celebrate every day.
God gave us a wonderful gift that night and at this time we pause to remember how important that baby is for us.
Sunday, November 02, 2008
A song is ringing in my head today.
You take the good you take the bad and there you have the facts of life.
Church was great this morning I felt the songs and enjoyed the minister. One of the men could see it in my eyes and I could see it in his as he took my hand to his cheek. Sadness. It’s hard to hide it some days but we try. His wife is ill, just getting to church is hard for the two of them. I adore those people.
I’ll come out stronger my children won’t.
Good you ask?
Where is the good?
I have wonderful people, some take my hand to their faces when I hug them. They show me thir eyes, the eyes of Jesus.
I received a call tonight saying that my dad had gone forward. My heart stopped and panic set in I began to question my cousin as to where they had taken him. She said no he is going forward in church. my dad took the dip.
God never said Milly life will be a peach for you He just promised to be there every moment of the day.
So I take the good and I take the bad as I hold His hand and He takes it to His cheek.
Church was great this morning I felt the songs and enjoyed the minister. One of the men could see it in my eyes and I could see it in his as he took my hand to his cheek. Sadness. It’s hard to hide it some days but we try. His wife is ill, just getting to church is hard for the two of them. I adore those people.
I’ll come out stronger my children won’t.
Good you ask?
Where is the good?
I have wonderful people, some take my hand to their faces when I hug them. They show me thir eyes, the eyes of Jesus.
I received a call tonight saying that my dad had gone forward. My heart stopped and panic set in I began to question my cousin as to where they had taken him. She said no he is going forward in church. my dad took the dip.
God never said Milly life will be a peach for you He just promised to be there every moment of the day.
So I take the good and I take the bad as I hold His hand and He takes it to His cheek.
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Where has the time gone?
I decided I might want to let ya’ll know I’m still around.
Even though Sunset Boulevard is on I think I’ll still update.
Max my memoirs!
I’m not afraid to read it.
Saturday team Miss Littles ran The Tulsa Run Fun Run. Her school won $750.00 for having the most participants in their category. I missed running more than ever while I tried to find my running spirit from within. I think I can find my stride. I ran distance so it’s a bit slow compared to those who run to win. I run to find peace. I smiled at the man who greats our day at work with a rant of scriptures, he was ranting as I pasted him on the street. Some places most likely would run this man out but he seems to fit in with the ambiance, besides all he wants is coffee and a moment to quote scripture from that well worn Bible.
Sunday I woke with a head banger. Bummer I had things to do. I made it to work but not church. We had a competition at another store. Our store lost. I could think and they put things in other departments. No worries it was still fun to be there.
I’m still watching the sun come up every morning. It’s been turquoise and orange. How can you not see God in the morning.
I’m working on a spider costume for Miss Littles step into the book. She’s Charlotte. Tomorrow is the fall fest at church. Thursday is the day to get the boy ready for the weekend. Halloween is my birthday so it’s treating and relaxing with Miss Littles, my sister, and a friend.
It seems as if so many of us are going through some trials in our lives. We need to remember that God is with us always. If you’ve made a mistake fall to your knees in forgiveness Jesus died for you. You’re forgiven.
God loves us. He sent his Son to save us, so rejoice!
I'm ready for my close up
Even though Sunset Boulevard is on I think I’ll still update.
Max my memoirs!
I’m not afraid to read it.
Saturday team Miss Littles ran The Tulsa Run Fun Run. Her school won $750.00 for having the most participants in their category. I missed running more than ever while I tried to find my running spirit from within. I think I can find my stride. I ran distance so it’s a bit slow compared to those who run to win. I run to find peace. I smiled at the man who greats our day at work with a rant of scriptures, he was ranting as I pasted him on the street. Some places most likely would run this man out but he seems to fit in with the ambiance, besides all he wants is coffee and a moment to quote scripture from that well worn Bible.
Sunday I woke with a head banger. Bummer I had things to do. I made it to work but not church. We had a competition at another store. Our store lost. I could think and they put things in other departments. No worries it was still fun to be there.
I’m still watching the sun come up every morning. It’s been turquoise and orange. How can you not see God in the morning.
I’m working on a spider costume for Miss Littles step into the book. She’s Charlotte. Tomorrow is the fall fest at church. Thursday is the day to get the boy ready for the weekend. Halloween is my birthday so it’s treating and relaxing with Miss Littles, my sister, and a friend.
It seems as if so many of us are going through some trials in our lives. We need to remember that God is with us always. If you’ve made a mistake fall to your knees in forgiveness Jesus died for you. You’re forgiven.
God loves us. He sent his Son to save us, so rejoice!
I'm ready for my close up
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Hear Him
I’ve read a few blogs around these parts in the last few months with the topic of hearing and not hearing God. Some have and no longer and some don’t and can’t be sure that they ever did. You know that got me thinking as things like this do. I spent some time at work pondering about hearing Him speak.
How are we to hear the voice of God?
In the old school testament God was in our faces. Well not our faces but those who came way back before us.
His voice was heard, and not only that He was live and in person. He came looking for Adam and Eve in the cool of the day.
God sent burning bushes and parted the sea.
I still want to know if while you were walking between those two walls of ocean could you have reached out and grabbed fish. Think about that image! Walls of water. . you are on the ocean bed walking. I want to know what they gave witness to. It will always be in my head till I die and when I’m dead I won’t ask because I will be with Jesus and I think in awe of Him I’ll fall to my knees. I know that some of you have me pegged for dancing. Hmmm I have a song now going through my head.
Back to the VOICE OF GOD!!!
Do you think it’s this big booming voice?
It could be.
Is the soft and gentle voice?
Perhaps.
Now I think I need a disclaimer hear. I am in no way saying that you are loved less or aren’t getting it right if you can’t hear it.
I believe that God speaks to me in a various ways.
I hear whispers
I get yelled at
I get talked to
I also think that He uses others and other things to speak for Him.
He created us and know how we are wired. This is something I throw my hands up about at times. Why aren’t ya’ll wired to think like I do? Why do you think it’s ok to sit in the middle of the WalMart parking lot (know as the portal to hell) waiting for the lady with a full cart, who has just arrived at her vehicle to search her purse for her keys. Then open the trunk and slowly start removing her items from her cart. You see me behind you and you know it was me that you insisted on being in front of so that you could have that spot. I don’t want the spot I just want to park so that I can run into the store for stuff for a Step Into The Book Costume. THIS IS WHY I DON"T SHOP AT WALMART! Ok that and the way they do business. Sorry I needed to vent.
I only know how I hear God. I I know that when I was in a church where everyone was talking in tongues I heard "Not this church, this isn’t for you." The people were super nice and my ex roommate made it seem to be great. She looked happy and I felt happy when I wasn’t confused about what was going on and what I was suppose to be doing.
I head the voice tell me to go the other way when I was driving Mary, my daughter, and her daughter to a leather work shop down town. I shook that voice off, after all I knew better. As I was driving through the neighborhood a truck tailed me. Now when you insist on being on my bumper I am not at all motivated to go faster. God knows how I worry that a child will run out into the road so I drive neighborhoods slowly anyway add a truck tail and I move at a snails pace. I also take my time pulling out. So I moved slower and took my time pulling onto 41st .The light was green and the streak was silver and the screams were Mary’s and my bumper ripped off red blazer. I slammed on the breaks sending all of us forward. Thank God for safety belts. Had I driven a bit faster he would have T-Boned us. The man driving the car didn’t stop for a while. He was going very fast when he topped the little hill and sped through the intersection and ripped my bumper off. One of our neighbors is a cop. He was off duty and came running to check on us. The cop who responded went to my church. I was surrounded by men to help me. had I listened to that Voice my bumper would have been in tact. Had God not sent a truck to slow me I would have been morning the death of my friend Mary and her daughter and possibly my daughter. God wasn’t ready for any of us.
When my marriage began to fall apart and I felt as if I couldn’t breathe God whispered to me. I heard Him. He gave me strength to make the calls that I needed to make. He continues to whisper to me. I have moments but I know that I am doing the right thing. I need to do this.
When we have moments of weakness who is it that stops us from picking up that phone. . .opening that bottle. . .taking that pill...slashing our skin. . . looking at wickedness. . .eating those cookies. . .have an affair. . . tuning out life. . .Who stops us?
Who will take us back when we stray?
Who is it that whispers in the dark of the night . . .It is done and I forgive you.
Most morning I stand in the doorway drinking in the color of morning and take a breath of cool air Who boldly shows me His new day?
A child’s drawing speaks to me of wonderment and love. I take in the rustic art wondering what they were thinking when a hair was painted purple and shapes out of proportion. A child need not say a thing to me about the work it speaks for itself. God’s beauty speaks to me.
I remember holding my new born son and looking at the moon one night . It was so big and bright that I lit the room. I thought of Mary giving up her son. How my heart ached for her. I whispered God I couldn’t do it. He said you don’t have to I did it for you and that baby.
Is it that God is silent?
Do you think that he would slip back to see how we can manage on our own. Is He a father that would let go of the bicycle? What then if we fall? We keep trying but we keep falling. Where are you Father? Why aren’t You helping why are You silent?
Is that it? Is it a silence a defining suffering fearful silence?
We want to put the blame somewhere. Is it God? Is it Jesus? Is it you? Is it me? Can I be so panic stricken that I would fail to hear Him?
I have no words to give comfort. I have never felt that fear.
He speaks boldly to me with a whisper. He yells at me when I can’t listen.
I may be listening to my own crazy mind. I may not be hearing Him. But I think I hear Him in the sunrise. I think I hear Him in the man who looks for me at work and tells me "Now I’m having a good day." when he sees me. I think I hear Him in my children. I think I hear Him in the singing birds. I know I heard Him the day I was laying on the dock on a cool fall day. I heard Him that day in the young people laughing and talking.
I’ve asked many things of God and been thankful of the no answers.
He know what I need and when I need it better, He is after all my Father.
I pray that you will hear Him soon.
I know that He hears you.
How are we to hear the voice of God?
In the old school testament God was in our faces. Well not our faces but those who came way back before us.
His voice was heard, and not only that He was live and in person. He came looking for Adam and Eve in the cool of the day.
God sent burning bushes and parted the sea.
I still want to know if while you were walking between those two walls of ocean could you have reached out and grabbed fish. Think about that image! Walls of water. . you are on the ocean bed walking. I want to know what they gave witness to. It will always be in my head till I die and when I’m dead I won’t ask because I will be with Jesus and I think in awe of Him I’ll fall to my knees. I know that some of you have me pegged for dancing. Hmmm I have a song now going through my head.
Back to the VOICE OF GOD!!!
Do you think it’s this big booming voice?
It could be.
Is the soft and gentle voice?
Perhaps.
Now I think I need a disclaimer hear. I am in no way saying that you are loved less or aren’t getting it right if you can’t hear it.
I believe that God speaks to me in a various ways.
I hear whispers
I get yelled at
I get talked to
I also think that He uses others and other things to speak for Him.
He created us and know how we are wired. This is something I throw my hands up about at times. Why aren’t ya’ll wired to think like I do? Why do you think it’s ok to sit in the middle of the WalMart parking lot (know as the portal to hell) waiting for the lady with a full cart, who has just arrived at her vehicle to search her purse for her keys. Then open the trunk and slowly start removing her items from her cart. You see me behind you and you know it was me that you insisted on being in front of so that you could have that spot. I don’t want the spot I just want to park so that I can run into the store for stuff for a Step Into The Book Costume. THIS IS WHY I DON"T SHOP AT WALMART! Ok that and the way they do business. Sorry I needed to vent.
I only know how I hear God. I I know that when I was in a church where everyone was talking in tongues I heard "Not this church, this isn’t for you." The people were super nice and my ex roommate made it seem to be great. She looked happy and I felt happy when I wasn’t confused about what was going on and what I was suppose to be doing.
I head the voice tell me to go the other way when I was driving Mary, my daughter, and her daughter to a leather work shop down town. I shook that voice off, after all I knew better. As I was driving through the neighborhood a truck tailed me. Now when you insist on being on my bumper I am not at all motivated to go faster. God knows how I worry that a child will run out into the road so I drive neighborhoods slowly anyway add a truck tail and I move at a snails pace. I also take my time pulling out. So I moved slower and took my time pulling onto 41st .The light was green and the streak was silver and the screams were Mary’s and my bumper ripped off red blazer. I slammed on the breaks sending all of us forward. Thank God for safety belts. Had I driven a bit faster he would have T-Boned us. The man driving the car didn’t stop for a while. He was going very fast when he topped the little hill and sped through the intersection and ripped my bumper off. One of our neighbors is a cop. He was off duty and came running to check on us. The cop who responded went to my church. I was surrounded by men to help me. had I listened to that Voice my bumper would have been in tact. Had God not sent a truck to slow me I would have been morning the death of my friend Mary and her daughter and possibly my daughter. God wasn’t ready for any of us.
When my marriage began to fall apart and I felt as if I couldn’t breathe God whispered to me. I heard Him. He gave me strength to make the calls that I needed to make. He continues to whisper to me. I have moments but I know that I am doing the right thing. I need to do this.
When we have moments of weakness who is it that stops us from picking up that phone. . .opening that bottle. . .taking that pill...slashing our skin. . . looking at wickedness. . .eating those cookies. . .have an affair. . . tuning out life. . .Who stops us?
Who will take us back when we stray?
Who is it that whispers in the dark of the night . . .It is done and I forgive you.
Most morning I stand in the doorway drinking in the color of morning and take a breath of cool air Who boldly shows me His new day?
A child’s drawing speaks to me of wonderment and love. I take in the rustic art wondering what they were thinking when a hair was painted purple and shapes out of proportion. A child need not say a thing to me about the work it speaks for itself. God’s beauty speaks to me.
I remember holding my new born son and looking at the moon one night . It was so big and bright that I lit the room. I thought of Mary giving up her son. How my heart ached for her. I whispered God I couldn’t do it. He said you don’t have to I did it for you and that baby.
Is it that God is silent?
Do you think that he would slip back to see how we can manage on our own. Is He a father that would let go of the bicycle? What then if we fall? We keep trying but we keep falling. Where are you Father? Why aren’t You helping why are You silent?
Is that it? Is it a silence a defining suffering fearful silence?
We want to put the blame somewhere. Is it God? Is it Jesus? Is it you? Is it me? Can I be so panic stricken that I would fail to hear Him?
I have no words to give comfort. I have never felt that fear.
He speaks boldly to me with a whisper. He yells at me when I can’t listen.
I may be listening to my own crazy mind. I may not be hearing Him. But I think I hear Him in the sunrise. I think I hear Him in the man who looks for me at work and tells me "Now I’m having a good day." when he sees me. I think I hear Him in my children. I think I hear Him in the singing birds. I know I heard Him the day I was laying on the dock on a cool fall day. I heard Him that day in the young people laughing and talking.
I’ve asked many things of God and been thankful of the no answers.
He know what I need and when I need it better, He is after all my Father.
I pray that you will hear Him soon.
I know that He hears you.
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Monday, September 15, 2008
My day of uncaring
As I drove to work dark Friday AM I thought about how much someone at work was making things rather suckage like. As drove in the darkness I mulled it over thinking about how me giving a hoot caused a smart mouthed immature comment from one woman. I took care of the situation because she was too busy talking to another coworker to do her job. I declared it
MILLY’S DAY OF UNCARING!!!!!!!
Yepper loudly in Sara, my car, Miss Littles named her. I pulled into the parking lot with a smile on my face because this is Milly’s day of uncaring. I don’t care I don’t care I don’t care I don’t I don’t care sang in my head. I was not going to care and I was going to let those around me know. After all I wanted them to know how liberated I was.
I enlisted help, I’d need it after all because I care and I care very passionately. I’d need to be able to have someone to call because going cold turkey wasn’t going to be easy. No twelve step program here. I was ripping off the band-aid. Walking to the end of the plank with a blind fold on. Jumping into a vat of honey without taking my keys from my pocket. So I enlisted the one guy that I knew could talk me through any moment of a caring crises. I made the announcement to the woman who had been smarting off to me for about a month now, she had a rude comment to make but I didn’t care.
As I went about my work I noticed in the corner of my eye that the sun was painting the sky in wonderful peachy colors. I went to the doors and stood looking at the sky thinking This is the day the Lord has made and I rejoice in it.
He’s talking to me and in color.
Arg!
I worked trying not to care and yet still being nice. Then it happened! I can’t believe it! One of my regular customers was rushing through as I was helping him he said the words that stopped me. I stood motionless for at least two seconds my eyes must have blazed with anger at the world after all this was my day. It was the United Way Day of Caring! I care 364 days out of the year and all I wanted was one day one little day one tiny day to not care! One day to not give a hoot to not give a darn to not have to give a heck fire or heck far if you’re a true Okie. I couldn’t believe it and I couldn’t believe it loudly.
I resigned myself to caring and went on about my day as the United Way Caring folks, who normally sit at a desk, shopped for items that will spruce up DVIS and other places that I care about.
Thank you God for keeping me true to myself.
I shouldn't have cared Saturday but that's is a different day. ;-}
MILLY’S DAY OF UNCARING!!!!!!!
Yepper loudly in Sara, my car, Miss Littles named her. I pulled into the parking lot with a smile on my face because this is Milly’s day of uncaring. I don’t care I don’t care I don’t care I don’t I don’t care sang in my head. I was not going to care and I was going to let those around me know. After all I wanted them to know how liberated I was.
I enlisted help, I’d need it after all because I care and I care very passionately. I’d need to be able to have someone to call because going cold turkey wasn’t going to be easy. No twelve step program here. I was ripping off the band-aid. Walking to the end of the plank with a blind fold on. Jumping into a vat of honey without taking my keys from my pocket. So I enlisted the one guy that I knew could talk me through any moment of a caring crises. I made the announcement to the woman who had been smarting off to me for about a month now, she had a rude comment to make but I didn’t care.
As I went about my work I noticed in the corner of my eye that the sun was painting the sky in wonderful peachy colors. I went to the doors and stood looking at the sky thinking This is the day the Lord has made and I rejoice in it.
He’s talking to me and in color.
Arg!
I worked trying not to care and yet still being nice. Then it happened! I can’t believe it! One of my regular customers was rushing through as I was helping him he said the words that stopped me. I stood motionless for at least two seconds my eyes must have blazed with anger at the world after all this was my day. It was the United Way Day of Caring! I care 364 days out of the year and all I wanted was one day one little day one tiny day to not care! One day to not give a hoot to not give a darn to not have to give a heck fire or heck far if you’re a true Okie. I couldn’t believe it and I couldn’t believe it loudly.
I resigned myself to caring and went on about my day as the United Way Caring folks, who normally sit at a desk, shopped for items that will spruce up DVIS and other places that I care about.
Thank you God for keeping me true to myself.
I shouldn't have cared Saturday but that's is a different day. ;-}
Tuesday, September 09, 2008
Freefall with God!
Last Sunday the minister at my church preached about the sermon on the mount and I’ll think about posting my thoughts on that later. He started with Matthew 4. These words stuck firmly in my head at once and immediately. Read these passages
NIV
Matthew 4
The Calling of the First Disciples
18As Jesus was walking beside the Sea of Galilee, he saw two brothers, Simon called Peter and his brother Andrew. They were casting a net into the lake, for they were fishermen. 19"Come, follow me," Jesus said, "and I will make you fishers of men." 20At once they left their nets and followed him.
21Going on from there, he saw two other brothers, James son of Zebedee and his brother John. They were in a boat with their father Zebedee, preparing their nets. Jesus called them, 22and immediately they left the boat and their father and followed him. 20And they straightway left their nets, and followed him.
King James
Matthew 4
18And Jesus, walking by the sea of Galilee, saw two brethren, Simon called Peter, and Andrew his brother, casting a net into the sea: for they were fishers.
19And he saith unto them, Follow me, and I will make you fishers of men.
20And they straightway left their nets, and followed him.
21And going on from thence, he saw other two brethren, James the son of Zebedee, and John his brother, in a ship with Zebedee their father, mending their nets; and he called them.
22And they immediately left the ship and their father, and followed him.
English Standard
Matthew 4
Jesus Calls the First Disciples
18 While walking by the Sea of Galilee, he saw two brothers, Simon (who is called Peter) and Andrew his brother, casting a net into the sea, for they were fishermen. 19And he said to them, "Follow me, and I will make you fishers of men." 20Immediately they left their nets and followed him. 21And going on from there he saw two other brothers, James the son of Zebedee and John his brother, in the boat with Zebedee their father, mending their nets, and he called them. 22Immediately they left the boat and their father and followed him.
The Message
Matthew 4
18-20Walking along the beach of Lake Galilee, Jesus saw two brothers: Simon (later called Peter) and Andrew. They were fishing, throwing their nets into the lake. It was their regular work. Jesus said to them, "Come with me. I'll make a new kind of fisherman out of you. I'll show you how to catch men and women instead of perch and bass." They didn't ask questions, but simply dropped their nets and followed.
21-22A short distance down the beach they came upon another pair of brothers, James and John, Zebedee's sons. These two were sitting in a boat with their father, Zebedee, mending their fishnets. Jesus made the same offer to them, and they were just as quick to follow, abandoning boat and father.
At once!
Immediately!
The magnitude of those words resonate in my head. Jesus simply called to them and they dropped their nets. Those nets weren’t purchased at Target they were handmade, that takes time and skill. This was their lives. This was how they supported themselves. Everyone and everything was to be left behind. They didn’t pack boxes nor did they grab a change of clothes. No girl in their eyes to say good bye to. No buddies to shake hands with and wish them well. They took that step without support of loved ones.
Yesterday I spent some time in the grocery store examining three choices of chicken stuff. Before that I spent some time thinking about how much time I had before I had to pick up the kids because I was delayed at the mechanic’s getting my oil changed, it took two hours. (They washed it without asking or telling me, a nice serendipity) Before that I debated on what kind of oil to put into the car. I chose the better stuff. (a man might tell me different or he might frown because I pay to have it done but I am manless, I’ve paid to have the oil changed from the get go with this car.
Back to my thought process:
I have to think things out. I have to look at all sides. I’ve heard of others who just went, they heard God calling and they sold the house and went. When I was young I would do some spontaneous things but to give up a life to live in uncertainty just wasn’t me. I really have to think on this one. If you are the man of the house who has heard the calling and you convince your family to follow you to another state making job changes, school changes, home changes, and friend changes sure you are freefalling with God but you have your family. These men just dropped the nets without any discussion. James and John didn’t ask their father if they should go, they just went.
Perhaps that doesn’t blow you away!
It sure does me!
I took a leap of faith when I made the call to bring the beginning to the end of my marriage after spending a huge amount of time watching, thinking, and most of all praying. But I did all of those things. Giving time to mull of things is important you do need to be sure that what you’re doing is what is best for you and your family. I’m ending a things after a lot of thought, after God reviled to me that I was right in doing so.
I do believe that God calls us to go with Him and clearly He does it that quickly. I just have never heard that call and it blows me away to think of feeling His security to take that freefall.
Have you ever been called to do so that quickly
NIV
Matthew 4
The Calling of the First Disciples
18As Jesus was walking beside the Sea of Galilee, he saw two brothers, Simon called Peter and his brother Andrew. They were casting a net into the lake, for they were fishermen. 19"Come, follow me," Jesus said, "and I will make you fishers of men." 20At once they left their nets and followed him.
21Going on from there, he saw two other brothers, James son of Zebedee and his brother John. They were in a boat with their father Zebedee, preparing their nets. Jesus called them, 22and immediately they left the boat and their father and followed him. 20And they straightway left their nets, and followed him.
King James
Matthew 4
18And Jesus, walking by the sea of Galilee, saw two brethren, Simon called Peter, and Andrew his brother, casting a net into the sea: for they were fishers.
19And he saith unto them, Follow me, and I will make you fishers of men.
20And they straightway left their nets, and followed him.
21And going on from thence, he saw other two brethren, James the son of Zebedee, and John his brother, in a ship with Zebedee their father, mending their nets; and he called them.
22And they immediately left the ship and their father, and followed him.
English Standard
Matthew 4
Jesus Calls the First Disciples
18 While walking by the Sea of Galilee, he saw two brothers, Simon (who is called Peter) and Andrew his brother, casting a net into the sea, for they were fishermen. 19And he said to them, "Follow me, and I will make you fishers of men." 20Immediately they left their nets and followed him. 21And going on from there he saw two other brothers, James the son of Zebedee and John his brother, in the boat with Zebedee their father, mending their nets, and he called them. 22Immediately they left the boat and their father and followed him.
The Message
Matthew 4
18-20Walking along the beach of Lake Galilee, Jesus saw two brothers: Simon (later called Peter) and Andrew. They were fishing, throwing their nets into the lake. It was their regular work. Jesus said to them, "Come with me. I'll make a new kind of fisherman out of you. I'll show you how to catch men and women instead of perch and bass." They didn't ask questions, but simply dropped their nets and followed.
21-22A short distance down the beach they came upon another pair of brothers, James and John, Zebedee's sons. These two were sitting in a boat with their father, Zebedee, mending their fishnets. Jesus made the same offer to them, and they were just as quick to follow, abandoning boat and father.
At once!
Immediately!
The magnitude of those words resonate in my head. Jesus simply called to them and they dropped their nets. Those nets weren’t purchased at Target they were handmade, that takes time and skill. This was their lives. This was how they supported themselves. Everyone and everything was to be left behind. They didn’t pack boxes nor did they grab a change of clothes. No girl in their eyes to say good bye to. No buddies to shake hands with and wish them well. They took that step without support of loved ones.
Yesterday I spent some time in the grocery store examining three choices of chicken stuff. Before that I spent some time thinking about how much time I had before I had to pick up the kids because I was delayed at the mechanic’s getting my oil changed, it took two hours. (They washed it without asking or telling me, a nice serendipity) Before that I debated on what kind of oil to put into the car. I chose the better stuff. (a man might tell me different or he might frown because I pay to have it done but I am manless, I’ve paid to have the oil changed from the get go with this car.
Back to my thought process:
I have to think things out. I have to look at all sides. I’ve heard of others who just went, they heard God calling and they sold the house and went. When I was young I would do some spontaneous things but to give up a life to live in uncertainty just wasn’t me. I really have to think on this one. If you are the man of the house who has heard the calling and you convince your family to follow you to another state making job changes, school changes, home changes, and friend changes sure you are freefalling with God but you have your family. These men just dropped the nets without any discussion. James and John didn’t ask their father if they should go, they just went.
Perhaps that doesn’t blow you away!
It sure does me!
I took a leap of faith when I made the call to bring the beginning to the end of my marriage after spending a huge amount of time watching, thinking, and most of all praying. But I did all of those things. Giving time to mull of things is important you do need to be sure that what you’re doing is what is best for you and your family. I’m ending a things after a lot of thought, after God reviled to me that I was right in doing so.
I do believe that God calls us to go with Him and clearly He does it that quickly. I just have never heard that call and it blows me away to think of feeling His security to take that freefall.
Have you ever been called to do so that quickly
at once~ immediately ?
Did you go straightway go?
Or did you spend time thinking about it?
Tuesday, September 02, 2008
Where?
I see so many who have walked away from Him and I wonder
Where will you be when the storm blows in?
Where will you be when life is just too hard?
Where will you go when you are all alone?
If not to God then where will you go?
Where then will you be?
Where will you be when the storm blows in?
Where will you be when life is just too hard?
Where will you go when you are all alone?
If not to God then where will you go?
Where then will you be?
Tuesday, August 05, 2008
Immeasurable God
As I stood at work looking out into the vastness of hardware and home improvement I thought about how I see God and God sees me. When I was a child God was big, he was a huge immeasurable being that I loved and was told that He loved me but He seemed too big to reach yet always with me, it’s hard to explain I suppose. It’s just that I wasn’t really raised in a church going home after fifth grade and I had a huge amount of fears as a small child. Honestly a huge amount. I had more panic attacks as a child then as an adult. God was enormous and I was part afraid, curious, and very confused. He was always with me He could always see me. Even when I’m doing stuff God could see me. The sixties and seventies were a time of Hell fire and brim stone sermons. God was going to smote us if we weren’t respecting Him, following Him, if we doubted we were dead. It was frightening for me as a child. But still I loved Him because in the cracks He showed me Himself.
As an adult I see God differently and still the same. He is vast and in my brain I find confusion at times. God can hear me . . . He can hear me. He keeps me in His pocket for safe keeping like a prized possession . . . along with all of you. To really grasp this I think of where I work most of the time. I’m watching four screens, four or more people, four computers, the area around me, a walkie-talkie seems to be chattering most of the time, the phone ringing, those who are stopping by for information, and most of the time I have a bit of paperwork to do while all of this is going on. I love it! I have those folks who know me and give hugs, jokes, and blessings. I get yelled at cussed at and seem to be the one who has made their day a moment in hell. I do this rush for only a few short hours a day clock out and get into my car, my sanctuary, a place to pray and find peace. I have trouble keeping up with people and the demands at times and I’m good at it. God is the Supreme Being the one who invented all of us yammering people and He has absolutely no problem listening to us. I doubt that God says “You know it was such a hard day at earth I think I’ll take a long bath and watch a movie tonight.” He’s God. He listens to us children as a patient parent listens to an eight year old tells you about her day.
God sent Jesus here for us we see that He can be a touchable God. Jesus showed us love and kindness He showed us a loving God. We needed that and He knew that we did, would, and will.
God has given me valuable beings to talk to they have listened and prayed for me but I see that I have worn at least one out. I understand that not everyone can listen like God can.
These days I think that I’ve made God smaller I think that I need for Him to be smaller. I need to feel Him next to me. I need to hold His hand to my heart. I need Him to be the one to lean on.
As an adult I see God differently and still the same. He is vast and in my brain I find confusion at times. God can hear me . . . He can hear me. He keeps me in His pocket for safe keeping like a prized possession . . . along with all of you. To really grasp this I think of where I work most of the time. I’m watching four screens, four or more people, four computers, the area around me, a walkie-talkie seems to be chattering most of the time, the phone ringing, those who are stopping by for information, and most of the time I have a bit of paperwork to do while all of this is going on. I love it! I have those folks who know me and give hugs, jokes, and blessings. I get yelled at cussed at and seem to be the one who has made their day a moment in hell. I do this rush for only a few short hours a day clock out and get into my car, my sanctuary, a place to pray and find peace. I have trouble keeping up with people and the demands at times and I’m good at it. God is the Supreme Being the one who invented all of us yammering people and He has absolutely no problem listening to us. I doubt that God says “You know it was such a hard day at earth I think I’ll take a long bath and watch a movie tonight.” He’s God. He listens to us children as a patient parent listens to an eight year old tells you about her day.
God sent Jesus here for us we see that He can be a touchable God. Jesus showed us love and kindness He showed us a loving God. We needed that and He knew that we did, would, and will.
God has given me valuable beings to talk to they have listened and prayed for me but I see that I have worn at least one out. I understand that not everyone can listen like God can.
These days I think that I’ve made God smaller I think that I need for Him to be smaller. I need to feel Him next to me. I need to hold His hand to my heart. I need Him to be the one to lean on.
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