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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?

 

 

 

 

 

 

Drips

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“You have made known to me the paths of life; You fill me with joy in Your presence.” Acts 2:28

It started with a drip, an annoying drip, drip, drip that awaken us from a restful sleep in the early morning hours. My husband’s minor knee surgery on the previous day began an eight-week period of surprises. A broken hot water heater that flooded our house, the death of my special 99-year-old great aunt, and my husband’s ruptured appendix were part of the dripping sounds that filled my weary body and soul as I walked these days.  Each time I heard the drip of a new “surprise” I felt the tug on my heart of my Father’s presence and  His arms of love wrapped around me. Even perched on a beam in the attic at 2:30 AM, searching for the shut off valve of the hot water heater, sitting alone at midnight while my husband’s supposedly one hour appendectomy stretched into two, eating turkey and dressing from the hospital cafeteria on Christmas day, or as I sat beside the lifeless body of my great aunt, as she was celebrated in Heaven, He was there.  I didn’t beg Him to intervene, didn’t ask why this was happening; I just knew my Lord was there. Why is it that sometimes it takes a drip  to awaken our spirits and feel His presence? These little surprises in my life are trivial in comparison to the looming adventures that I’m sure will arrive someday. There are those of you who would trade my woes in a minute for the life of your child, a place call home or a job. This I know, but I also know that God is in the midst of all things. He waits for me to open my heart and feel His presence. His very being will fill me with joy no matter the circumstances. He has made known to me the paths I should walk. It is up to me. I pray I won’t wander too far off the path this year. I need to always keep Him in sight.

Points to Ponder

  1. Is anything dripping in your life?
  2. Do you feel God’s presence? Why or why not?
  3. Who do you rely on to get you through the rising waters?

Pray with Me

Dear Plugger of all drips,

Joys and surprises greet me each day and Holy One. You are there to fill my heart with your love and peace. Guide me to be open to You each day so when the floods arrive I don’t have to ask for Your presence, I just feel it enter and surround me with joy.

Afloat for now!