I cried yesterday. If you know me, you know I don’t do that a lot. It came out of nowhere. Completely unexpected. I have fought back the tears for a month….trying to be positive, encouraging and strong. Strong for Lynn, strong for my girls and strong for me. One word from my friend, which I can’t even recall what that word was right now, and the tears welled up and spilled down my cheeks. She quickly closed the door to her office and pulled a chair up next to me and took my hand in hers. She let me cry and try to get out the words that I had been pushing back for some time. She listened and held my hand tightly in hers, then gently rubbing it between her hands, it was comforting and personal and needed. Then she began to softly speak truth to me. I felt the flood of emotion begin to relax and recede. I felt my spirit fill with peace and my heart stopped aching. I knew everything she said was truth and was whispered to me in love. I felt myself breathing normally and I knew I was going to be okay. I trust God, but that doesn’t mean I won’t have to deal with fear. I don’t have to be strong all the time. I believe in His sovereignty and I know that He walks with us through whatever is part of His plan for our lives. We are not alone. We might not “see” Him, but He is with us in the hug of a friend, He is in the sweet whispers of encouragement, He is in the contagious laughter of my girls when they are together, He is in the warm meal brought to my door, He is in the beautiful sunset that takes away your breath, He is in the smile of my precious man-cub, He is in the quiet as I sit with my sweet husband finally sleeping quietly in His recliner, He is in the kindness of a friend riding by to see if our grass needs cutting, He is in the warm laughter of dear friends as we share breakfast, He is in the words of a song at the right moment, He is in the profound words of Psalm 46 as it reminds me that He has already won the battle and He is with me.
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Rest
I am floundering around in a new place in my life. I became unemployed the first of September. That experience alone is it’s own blog entry. For a month now I’ve been trying to figure out what my next steps were. God has allowed me to be thrown for a loop, left standing empty handed staring up at the heavens. I’m 56 years old. I have accomplished no great earth shattering feat, nor have I written some great masterpiece that touched the hearts of all who read it. Even yesterday as I drove down the road, I was pondering the thought that I don’t sit and write anymore! Not even to blog. My soul is still. My heart thoughtful. My mind is chasing so many thoughts that I am struggling to settle on one path to walk down. I have felt lost….not knowing what direction is the right one. I have felt guilty for not pounding the streets to find a job. I have sat in front of my laptop trying to decide if I pound that super highway for a job, or put words to a word document expressing this strange season I have stepped into… and then done neither. I have sat quietly thinking about what I want to do…. and been clueless! I took a road trip to the island to get clarity from the sounds of the waves and the beach. As I sat there, feeling awkward sitting on the beach in the middle of the day in the middle of the week, I cried out to God. Out loud! Thankfully I was enjoying solitude on my portion of that sandy heaven. I heard only one word in that moment “rest”. I said “What?” I stayed there for an hour, both confused and a little agitated that this was all He gave me. I needed more explanation. I needed clarification. I needed Him to elaborate!
I wish I could tell you seven days later that I get what He was saying. But I do not. Does He even see my life right now? Does He even see my financial situation right now. He is an amazing God. I love Him. I desire to know Him better. I want to glorify and honor Him with my life everyday. But God, could you just be a little more specific! And just for the record, you and I both know I am not good at this “resting” thing! Instead my thoughts are: Why do I need to rest? What’s coming down the road? Isn’t resting also being lazy? I don’t know! Now I’m more uptight than before!!!
So. This blog post will have to be continued” as I chew on this while “rest” thing, and try to understand what He is telling me!!
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Two Days Two Friends….
Last week I took some much needed time off from work, just two days, but they were two wonderful days spent with two sweet friends. The first day was spent with my friend who was in town from North Carolina. She moved away eight years ago, but we have continued to keep in touch. We’ve attended the weddings of each of our oldest children, and she has entered a new phase of life with the birth of two grandchildren over the last three years. We enjoyed a private viewing of a movie we both wanted to see (private viewing = no one else in the theatre!) and lunch at a fru-fru place (as my husband refers to places that serve soup and special sandwiches and play mood music while you eat), but the best part was hanging out at my house with our feet up, Starbucks in hand and hours of catching up. We talked of what the Lord has been and is doing in our lives. We shared hopes and dreams for our children and for ourselves. It was such a nice relaxing day.
My second day away from my desk was spent with my dearest friend of thirty-two and a half years. It’s even hard for me to say that number, because it seems like only yesterday that we were young women spending every opportunity at the beach. That second day was a throwback to the early years of our friendship as we loaded up two beach chairs and set off to our beautiful Gulf Coast. However this time, we included an umbrella and nixed the bathing suits. This beach trip was all about soaking up the sound of waves pounding on white sand, seagulls heckling the beach lovers in hopes of a morsel of food and just relaxing. I guess as you get older, you learn to enjoy life differently. I no longer care that much about achieving a beautiful tan, but am more interested in letting the atmosphere revive my weary soul.
The day was heavenly….well except for the moment of car sickness my sweet friend experienced. A quick pull over and a wet rag helped relieve this affliction that has annoyed her for as long as I can remember. I laughed, not at her, mind you, but thinking of the times thirty years ago when we had to do the same thing on our way to the beach! We sat on the beach in our rolled up jeans and t-shirts under our umbrella, toes in the sand, bottled water and snacks in hand for two hours. We talked about life and children and life and memories and dreams and world peace. It was a windy and cloudy day with the threat of rain looming in the distance. I am sure the other people on the beach around us wondered about the two ladies under the umbrella in rolled up jeans…. It was such a great day. The kind of day that needs to happen more often. We are aging and time is slipping by.
Today she sent me the sweetest email, reminding me of why I treasure her friendship. I could almost see her at her desk with tears streaming down her face (she is the mushy one) as she read the devotional about The Miracle of Friendship. It was a devotional written for the two of us. Not really. It was written for every treasured friendship that we all share. Friendship is a gift from God. A chance to share an intimate relationship with someone who will walk with you through the hard times of life, hold your hand and cry with you over difficult circumstances, the loss of your mother, or just life in general.
In 2 Samuel 1:26b, David says of Jonathan, ” … Your friendship was a miracle-wonder, love far exceeding anything I’ve known — or ever hope to know,” (MSG).
David valued friendship. Especially the friendship with Jonathan. His forever friend who had his back no matter what. These two friends I spent two days with are those kind of friendships. One friendship has stood the test of a life time and will be strong till the end. The other is a long distance friendship now, but we both know that we are prayer warriors that will go to their knees in battle if needed.
Friendships cemented with the common bond of a faith in the one true living God, is definitely a miracle-wonder, with love that far exceeds anything this side of heaven that we have known, or ever hope to know.
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From baby steps to big girl panties…..
Today, after weeks of melancholy….(Don’t you love that word? It so adequately fits the definition of, well, melancholy. To be “soberly thoughtful, pensive”) or as my dear friend of 34 years says a bad case of the “can’t help-it’s and the mully-grubs” I took a big step forward and registered my blog domain. Stop rolling your eyes, it’s a big deal in my world. It means I’m serious about this blog. It means I need to get off my fanny and pursue this writing thing. It means I need to quit wallowing (look it up, it’s a real word) around in my mud puddle of melancholy, get up, rinse the mud off and face forward. The sad thing about people who have a writer’s heart….they tend to wallow….they tend to allow the mully-grubs to just take over completely, and pretty soon they are wallowing all up in that melancholy mud puddle and they are enjoying it! Pretty much a “woe is me” attitude prevails. I’m pretty sure God isn’t pleased with me right now, because I’ve pretty much been up to my chin in melancholy for weeks. I just imagine Him shaking His head and sighing “Will she ever learn to trust me….”
So…anyway, enough of chasing that squirrel! This registering my blog domain thing has now made me accountable. It is going to require me to actually, well, you know, write! No more whining, no more excuses, no more procrastinating. So, to quote a t-shirt that my cousin gave me a few years ago, “Put on your big girl panties and deal” …I’m taking a big step forward, putting on my big girl panties and dealing.
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Hawaii Friends Reunion….at last
Do you know those kind of moments when you experience something you had hoped for, but were never sure would actually happen? I had one of those moments this past weekend. Thirty-seven years ago I lived in Honolulu, Hawaii from the age of 14 to 16 ½. Those were magical years, filled with paradise beauty and sprinkled with typical teenage dramatics. We attended a wonderful church there that extended its arms and enveloped military families into a make-shift family stationed on a distant island in the Pacific Ocean. It was a time when military families didn’t randomly catch planes at the slightest whim to visit extended family in various parts of the country. That sweet church became our family. I can still recall sitting in the sanctuary on wooden pews that were surprisingly comfortable, surrounded by hundreds of people dressed in various designs of flowery shirts and dresses listening intently to the pastor share from the Word of God as soft breezes filtered through the endless rows of jalousie windows that made up the walls on each side of the building. That church was built on the side of a hill, allowing spaces for classrooms under the main auditorium, just below those jalousie windows. I can remember walking up the sidewalk beside those classrooms just beneath the windows, palm trees swaying on the grounds, the smell of mangoes and pineapple in the air and the sound of voices singing beautiful hymns. Friendships and memories were made that are still fresh in my mind even after all these years.
For the last thirty three years or so, some of those friends have been organizing a Hawaii Friends Reunion each year. Most people who have attended were part of those magical years in the mid 70’s to the early 80’s. All of us seem to have two common bonds: Experiencing life on a faraway island and the love of God in our hearts. During all these years of reunions in various parts of the country, I have never been able to attend for a myriad of reasons. But this year was different. I have especially kept up with one of the dear friends I made during my time in Hawaii, along with her parents. Her mother was my Sunday School teacher. She was an amazing teacher. But her impact in my life came from her personal connection and investment in my life. She probably never realized how she touched my life with her unique sharing of God’s Word and her sincere interest in me and my life. I remember so many Sunday nights of carpooling to her house with other students and feasting on chips and salsa, or some other concoction that appealed to a youths hunger for junk food! We always ate, we always talked, we always opened the Word of God and we always prayed. It was familiar, it was comforting, it was life changing. Both my friend and her mother left a mark on my life. I cannot tell you what specific thing had the most impact, but it was a feeling. A warm feeling that starts in your stomach and bubbles up into your chest, creating an overwhelming urge to tear up and smile at the same time. They weren’t perfect, they just cared. Those people are the people I spent the weekend with.
My husband and I arrived very late on Friday night, missing the first festivities of the reunion weekend. We settled in our room to rest and recover from our long drive, anticipating the reconnection with old friends in the morning.
As we entered the dining area early the next morning, I searched some of the faces looking for someone familiar. I was both anxious and excited. I was hoping I would recognize someone. I searched for the sweet smile and caring eyes of my former Sunday School teacher. I looked at each face hoping to find my friend or her mother, but neither had arrived yet. My husband and I sat down to eat breakfast, making small talk. I was a little nervous at the fact that I had dragged my sweet husband along on a six hour trip to a strange place to spend a weekend with people he did not know or that I had not seen in thirty-seven years. These people would never recognize me. There’s a huge difference between the 16 year old they knew and the 53 year old I now was!
I heard someone new entering the dining room, chatting with some of the other people in the room who were obviously reunion attendees, I looked up and recognized my old Sunday School teacher instantly. I started walking in her direction, hoping. She squealed when she saw me and wrapped her arms around me. As she hugged me, the years slipped away. It was a hug like I used to get from my Mom. It has been nearly twelve years since my Mom died and I miss those hugs. The kind that make you feel like the daughter. The kind that leaves no doubt that you are loved. The slow reluctant to let go kind of hugs. I almost cried. Silly, I know. I pulled back and looked into her eyes, she had aged but that spark was still there. She was smiling so proudly….lovingly. Without thinking, I reached both my hands up to her face. This was real. This person who had impacted my life in a profound way as a young insecure and unconfident sixteen year old, was standing before me. She was just as I had remembered. I didn’t want to let go of her. I had so many things I wanted to tell her. I wanted her to know that I had kept the faith. I wanted her to know that she was right, that serving Jesus was the best thing I would ever do. I wanted her to know that I had been teaching teenage girls for twenty-eight years and loved every minute of it….well mostly. I wanted her to know that I had been trying to raise my daughters to love God with all their hearts and to own their own faith and to pursue a relationship with God above all others. I wanted her to be proud of me. The whole moment was overwhelming. I wanted her to myself. But there were others there and I contained myself, and just smiled and held back the tears. But, just as she blessed me thirty seven years earlier, she once again showed me she cared. I returned to my table, pretending to eat, glancing at my smiling husband. He knew. Suddenly she was there, beside me, with her sweet husband. “Can we sit with you?” A simple question that made my heart soar. We enjoyed a leisurely breakfast. My husband and I sat with these two saints, ages 77 and 79, and talked about many subjects for an hour. These two wonderful people weren’t letting age slow them down. In fact, they seemed far from their late seventies. They were still actively teaching and serving God. They joked and laughed about life. They had driven fourteen hours to be a part of the reunion. During that time, my friend from years ago, my Sunday School teacher’s daughter floated in. She came right to me. Again, we hugged like we were family. More people joined our group and we sat in the lobby of the hotel for five hours talking. It was amazing. There were thirty seven people total, all chatting like old friends who had only seen each other yesterday. We enjoyed dinner at a local barbeque joint, then back to the hotel for more talking. These people I had shared life with on an island in the Pacific had gone on to live their lives all over the country. Their children were grown and now grandchildren filled their lives. Many had made trips back to our beloved island and our church, only to be saddened at the change. Without this same group of people enjoying life together, it did not hold the same magical feeling. Life had gone on, the atmosphere had changed, only memories remained.
On Sunday morning we gathered for our own intimate worship service in the meeting room of the hotel. With the lack of musical instruments, we made due with the sound of our voices echoing old hymns. The voices weren’t perfect, but the music lifted up to the Lord was a sweet fragrance. The Word was shared and prayers were whispered. We shared a meal and slowly the group departed. As I was leaving, my Sunday school teacher grabbed my hand as I was leaving and pulled me into a hug I won’t forget. It was filled with love and hope and a shared bond that is uniquely special. I felt that neither of us wanted to let go. My dear friend joined in the hug and we all promised that we would attend next year’s reunion. Hopeful that all these sweet Hawaii friends would once again gather to reminisce, laugh and hug familiar friends.
As my husband and I began our trip home, we rode in silence for some time. He broke the silence first “I really enjoyed that this weekend.” Tears burned my eyes and I felt a lump in my throat. I stared out the window for a while. When I knew I could speak without crying, I looked at my thoughtful husband and told him how much I appreciated him taking me to the reunion this weekend. It was a dream come true to see my friend I looked up to so much and her mother who meant so much to me. I had feared that I would never get that chance this side of heaven. I was content and happy. God is so faithful.
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If you say it out loud…..
A very long time ago…I had a friend who told me “If you say it out loud, it will happen.” I don’t know if that is true or not. I’ve been known to say “Speak it into being…” And I don’t know if that is possible either. But I’m hoping, if I say what has me all anxious and excited, that these two thoughts could be true and it would become reality. But here goes….my friend, Summer, who I have known for 22 1/2 years but have never met face to face, have decided to write a book about our friendship. The circumstances put in place by God to even initiate our friendship are unique. I have followed her via snail mail, email and now texting over three continents. We have laughed together, cried together, rescued each other and encouraged each other through having babies, overcoming marriage struggles, lifting each other up in prayer and supporting each other through whatever life event overwhelms us. We have raised 5 girls between us and understand the ache we each have to see these girls God has put in our care to become amazing women of God passionate about changing the world. Yes, we are kindred spirits. We somehow always know exactly the right moment to write a note, send a card, or make a phone call to the other. We each have some sense of when the other is at a low point and needs to be lifted up. We do not judge. We only love and encourage. And we have never stood in each other’s presence and hugged and cried at the miracle God gave each of us in this friendship nearly 23 years ago. I hope the journey we share in this book will give those who think God isn’t listening a new hope and faith knowing that He is always listening.
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Wedding hangover….
That’s how I feel this week….I feel tired, I feel unmotivated, I feel overwhelmed, I feel hung over (which incriminates myself of a life long ago in that I actually knowing how that feels!). My eyes actually feel like I’ve been up all night. My activity of choice is to crawl into the sheets on my unmade bed and snooze for a couple of days. I make it through a work day, barely, and when I open my front door, I try to avert my eyes to the chaos that is in every direction I look! In 25 years of marriage, even when the girls were little, has my house every been this totally turned upside down! I want to tackle it….but I don’t! I toyed with the idea of hiring someone to do it for me, but realized I couldn’t actually afford for someone to do it!! It’s that bad, folks!
Then there’s the mental, or do I say emotional, state I find myself mulling through. I’m the mother of the bride. I am not familiar with this roll. I am a mother-in-law. I’m REALLY not familiar with this roll, or all the negative vibes that go with it. I have struggled this week with wanting to know about what my oldest baby girl is doing this week and realizing it’s now none of my business! When do I call, when is it okay to call and when do I not call? I feel suddenly shut out of her world! I’ve spent the last 9 months planning, making lists, and writing checks so that the wedding would be just as my daughter dreamed, and suddenly, I’m done. Task completed. Lists all checked. The event is now history.
I’m sure I’ll come out on the other side, wiser and definitely older. But for now, I’m not sure what I’m doing next. I’m still parenting two other daughters. One who is figuring out who she is as a college sophomore. The other who is 15 and finding social life waaaayyyy more important than school, both of which I seem to be sucking the joy out of!
I think….no I believe….that the gift to the mother of the bride….from the bride and groom….should be a week getaway (well, at least 3 days) to the beach or mountains to relax and do nothing….and then for her to get to come home to a perfectly cleaned and organized house.
This photo I am posting, is of the 3 girls God is using to mold me into the woman He wants me to be….it hurts too!
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In Mourning……
I’m in a weird place today….it seems I run to writing when I am in pain, when I am confused, when I am pensive (don’t you just love that word!). Heck, I just run to writing to keep breathing normally, to keep from jumping off of a tall building, to stop myself from jumping in my car and driving off into the sunset! But today, I am experiencing something that I have never experienced before….a deep, painful mourning for a friend. I have read about people who mourn the loss of a loved one so deeply that their hearts feel as if they are breaking. I have read of people who fall deep into depression because of someone they love experiencing life altering circumstances. I have read of a culture in which they rip their clothes in mourning over the death of someone they love. Even for myself, I have cried buckets of tears when I am alone over the loss of my sweet mother! But this pain deep in my heart, this aching that is causing me physical discomfort today, these tears that I am trying NOT to shed while I sit at my desk at work is threatening to overwhelm me!
My friend has believed the lies of the enemy. She has believed the lies in a way I never thought possible. The person I once knew has been bound, gagged and sedated and in her place is an imposter! She looks like my friend. She laughs like my friend. But she is not the same person. I love this friend deeply. But I am lamenting her decision to trade the truth for lies. There is nothing I can say or do to change her decision. But. I will continue to love her. I will continue to pray for her.
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I am not alone….
Today as I drove to work lost in my thoughts, only half listening to the Christian music station playing in the background, some of the words interrupted my thoughts, “You are not alone….”. I immediately thought of the scripture I had read on Saturday as I prepared my lesson for my Bible Study class I teach on Sunday mornings. “O LORD, you have examined my heart and know everything about me. You know when I sit down or stand up. You know my every thought when far away. You chart the path ahead of me and tell me where to stop and rest. Every moment you know where I am. You know what I am going to say even before I say it, LORD. You both precede and follow me. You place your hand of blessing on my head. Such knowledge is too wonderful for me, too great for me to know! I can never escape from your spirit! I can never get away from your presence! If I go up to heaven, you are there; if I go down to the place of the dead, you are there. If I ride the wings of the morning, if I dwell by the farthest oceans, even there your hand will guide me, and your strength will support me. I could ask the darkness to hide me and the light around me to become night but even in darkness I cannot hide from you. To you the night shines as bright as day. Darkness and light are both alike to you.” Psalm 139:1-12. I am blown away by these verses! Aren’t you? Just think about this revelation for a moment. The God of the universe, the creator of EVERYTHING, the omnipotent, omniscient, omnipresent God is attentive to you…to me! There is no place we can go, that He is not there with us! Even into that pit I sometimes take myself, thinking I am destined to live out my life falling in and out of the darkness…NOPE!….He’s there. When I’m walking through life, and everything seems chaotic, NOPE!…He’s there! When I’m laying in my bed at night, darkness surrounding me, only the sound of my husband’s breathing can be heard and I replay the day, trying to figure out how to make ends meet….NOPE! He’s there too! When I am alone and disappointed over something or someone….NOPE! He’s right there too! Recently I listened as someone prayed in church service asking God to reveal His presence….I was thinking, “Silly man, He’s already here!” The truth is this….we don’t acknowledge the truth that He is ALWAYS with us! We ignore His presence, run from His presence, look somewhere else for His presence, but according to these verses, His presence is already with us! We want fireworks, rushing wind or a pillar of smoke…not just His presence. He will not slap us in the back of the head and say “I’m right here stupid!” He waits for us to acknowledge He is there….I truly believe that. It’s in those moments that we stop, breathe in the truth that He is right there with us, that we “feel” His blanket-like presence wrap around us. I love that He is not chasing us around trying to get our attention like a little kid who won’t quit saying “mama”, but He’s there, always there. He knows us better than we know ourselves. He’s looking ahead, checking out our path that He has prepared for us, He knows the words that are about to come from our mouths – even when they may not be pleasing to Him or glorify Him – He still knows. The idea that He would still place His hand upon our heads in blessing is just too big to comprehend! That is unconditional love, people! He knows my thoughts. That is just frightening! I know what goes on inside my head, no one would want to be there! But He knows… He is there to lift my head when I am weary, He is there to comfort me when I am heartbroken, He is there to hold me when I am afraid, He is there to push me forward when I need encouragement to go on, He is there when I find something funny, there is absolutely no place I can hide from or be lost from Him. We just have to acknowledge He is there to benefit from being in His presence… So, today, sitting there looking at this computer screen, reading my silly blog (which I appreciate, by the way!), close your eyes for a moment, and just breathe. Acknowledge that He is with you! Allow His presence to fill you and wrap around you like a warm blanket. I promise, you will feel it and you will be overwhelmed by Him.
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I can run, but I can’t hide!
Today as I drove to work lost in my thoughts, only half listening to the Christian music station playing in the background, some of the words interrupted my thoughts, “You are not alone….”. I immediately thought of the scripture I had read on Saturday as I prepared my lesson for my Bible Study class I teach on Sunday morning. “O Lord, you have examined my heart and know everything about me. You know when I sit down or stand up. You know my every thought when far away. You chart the path ahead of me and tell me where to stop and rest. Every moment you know where I am. You know what I am going to say even before I say it, Lord. You both precede and follow me. You place your hand of blessing on my head. Such knowledge is too wonderful for me, too great for me to know! I can never escape from your spirit! I can never get away from your presence! If I go up to heaven, you are there; if I go down to the place of the dead, you are there. If I ride the wings of the morning, if I dwell by the farthest oceans, even there your hand will guide me, and your strength will support me. I could ask the darkness to hide me and the light around me to become night but even in darkness I cannot hide from you. To you the night shines as bright as day. Darkness and light are both alike to you.” Psalm 139:1-12. I am blown away by these verses! Aren’t you? Just think about this revelation for a moment. The God of the universe, the creator of EVERYTHING, the omnipotent, omniscient, omnipresent God is attentive to you…to me! There is no place we can go, that He is not there with us! Even into that pit you take yourself, where you think you are destined to live out your life…NOPE!….He’s there. When I’m walking through life, and everything seems chaotic, NOPE!…He’s there! When I’m laying in my bed at night, darkness surrounding me, only the sound of my husband’s breathing can be heard and I replay the day, trying to figure out how to make ends meet….NOPE! He’s there too! When I am alone and disappointed over something or someone….NOPE! He’s right there too! Recently I listened as someone prayed in church service asking God to reveal His presence….I was thinking, “Silly man, He’s already here!” The truth is this….we don’t acknowledge the truth that He is ALWAYS with us! We ignore His presence, run from His presence, look somewhere else for His presence, but according to these verses, His presence is already with us! We want fireworks, rushing wind or a pillar of smoke…not just His presence. He will not slap us in the back of the head and say “I’m right here stupid!” He waits for us to acknowledge He is there….I truly believe that. It’s in those moments that we stop, breathe in the truth that He is right there with us, that we “feel” His blanket-like presence wrap around us. I love that He is not chasing us around like a little kid trying to get their parent’s attention, but He’s there, always there. He knows us better than we know ourselves. He’s looking ahead, checking out our path that He has prepared for us, He knows the words that are about to come from our mouths – even when they may not be pleasing to Him or glorify Him – He still knows. The idea that He would still place His hand upon our heads in blessing is just too big to comprehend! That is unconditional love, people! He knows my thoughts. That is just frightening! I know what goes on inside my head, no one would want to be there! But He knows… He is there to lift my head when I am weary, He is there to comfort me when I am heartbroken, He is there to hold me when I am afraid, He is there to push me forward when I need encouragement to go on, there is absolutely no place I can hide from or be lost from Him. We just have to acknowledge He is there to benefit from being in His presence… So, today, sitting there looking at this computer screen, reading my silly blog (which I appreciate, by the way!), close your eyes for a moment, and just breathe. Acknowledge that He is with you! Allow His presence to fill you and wrap around you like a warm blanket. I promise, you will feel it and you will be overwhelmed by Him.
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