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Red Dirt and Pine Cones

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“I and the Father are one.”  John 10:30

For once we were listening when God stepped in, as our lives did a flip flop, and miraculously changed lanes. Off we went in a direction that had only been on our bucket-list of “maybe someday” and in the blink of an eye, “someday” had arrived.  One that was His next step in life for us but not exactly in our current scheme of things.  The land of our childhood had been calling our names, pine trees, red dirt and sweet smell as the seasons change in our native East Texas.  A home on a lake and a move from the hectic daily life back to our country roots had been on our list for years.  We would say things like … when we move to the lake … one day we’re going to find just the right spot and move to the lake … one day we’re going to get out of this traffic and be able to go fishing whenever we want, one day… You know the drill, you might have been there, or oh “wise one” know that your “one day” is exactly where you are now and are living in “your” moment.

So, with the volume of our hearts turned up so we could hear Him loud and clear, we left the highways and the bi-ways of the big city, and went in search of “home.” You know the spot where you feel a sense of belonging way before your address is changed, or the moving van emptied. It was as if the heavens opened on a spectacular fall Sunday guiding us among the pines to our “home.” And now with the boxes unpacked, a song in my heart and snuggled into my cozy bed, a new wake-up call cleared my foggy brain. It was my new friends “the ducks” taking flight over the lake, greeting me with their morning “Hello.”  This time of day is such a treasure, real life has yet to dawn and there’s time for those pesky scattered thoughts to scurry across my muddled brain. It’s like our puppies’ new best friends the squirrels, as they chase each other among the trees. It’s that time before my daily rhythm begins and a chance to ponder life, and even squeeze in a prayer or two. As my brain cells decided to rise and shine I cherished the peace in my heart and this time and this place. The glistening sun light bouncing off the lake was calling my name.  I threw on my comfy yoga clothes, grabbed a cup of Starbucks and slowly walked down to the sun- drenched dock. I slipped my sleep deprived body into my cozy chair and let the rays of the sun hit my face and realized it was God, not the lake, calling my name.  The sun kissing my face was the Holy One shining His gracious love for me on my tired cheeks.  As I closed my eyes I felt my Savior’s love rush over me and I truly felt one with Him. I’m at peace, let the squirrels chase themselves…  All is Well with my Soul, All is well.

Pray with me:   Holy One, open my eyes and heart so I may feel one with You as I walk my days, hear Your songs in my soul, and feel Your warm kisses on my cheeks.

Living in expectations.

Points to Ponder:

  1. When are you one with the Father?
  2. Have you found your special place?
  3. Are you aware when God touches your heart? How does it feel?

 

 

 

 

 

 

Don’t Make Me Go!

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The Winner

“And he saith unto them, ‘Follow me, and I will make you fishers of men.’ And they straightway left their nets, and followed him.”

Matthew 4:19-20

My husband, Mike, saith unto me, “We’re going to the Indianapolis 500.”  I saith unto him, “Why on earth would I want to perch myself in a grandstand while I endure the broiling heat and watch roaring little cars go around and around and around in a circle?  And if a fiery crash were to occur it would scar me for life and leave me quaking at the thought of driving on the toll road.  Besides, the Indianapolis 500 is not on my bucket list, so why on earth would I want to waste my valuable time going to a car race?”  He saith unto me, “Too bad, we have suite tickets, airplane flights, and a lovely place to stay, so put on your big girl panties, we’re going.”  He didn’t exactly say, “put on your big girl panties”, but after thirty-eight years of marriage I know the inflection of his voice, and that was the jest of our conversation.

Admittedly I was not my normal perky, cheerful self when the topic would arise during conservations with friends.  It was comforting to me when the girls would say, “Why are you going to the Indy when there are so many other wonderful places to visit?”  But then the guys would chime in, “Why wouldn’t she want to go?  It’s an amazing race.  It’s one of those things everyone needs to see in person once in their lives.”  So you guessed it.  I went.

While pondering the impending trip I began to equate this journey into the unknown with that of the disciples when Jesus called them to drop their nets and follow Him. They had a good life going for them.  A job, good food, families that loved them, a warm place to sleep and this man says, “Follow me.”  You know, these fearless men didn’t argue or pout, they just dropped their nets and followed Him.  The disciples had heard about our Savior’s miracles, felt His love and were honored by His invitation.  Being such a doubter sometimes, I wonder what I would have done if I had gotten “the call”.  Would I have questioned our accommodations along our journey?  Would I have told Jesus “no thanks” because following Him wasn’t on my bucket list?  Would I have told my joyous Leader I have better things to do?  I pray I would have been a willing follower like the disciples and joyfully dropped everything and walked beside Him.

Each time the fearless Indy drivers sped by, Jesus gave me a chance to pray for their safety and their families’ peace.  Each time a mention was made of the service men and women in the crowd in honor of Memorial Day, it was another time to give thanks for the freedom they have helped to secure for me.  Every moment was a joy and a blessing, because I ignored my desires and stepped out of my comfort zone into an opportunity to follow His plans for me.  The race, new friends, and the sense that God was in the midst teaching me a lesson, again, made the trip one of my most memorable experiences.  I just needed to gladly drop my net of inhibitions, fears, and pride and follow where He led me.  Even if I had to listen to Mike saith unto me, “I told you so.”

Points to Ponder:

1.   Has God called you to go fishing?  What was your response?

2.   Is it easy for you to see God as He works in your life?

3.   Be a witness for our Lord and share with others a time you felt God’s calling.

Pray with me: Dear Father of opportunities, Help me to be open and listen to your call.  Your plans are always the best.

Going fishing with You…