This blog is suppose to be about my new begining, the changing season of my life. As surely as the Lord has plans for Loriana he has plans for me as well. There is still much of routine in my life. How do I not settle but move forward. Is it possible that the enemy is not putting obstacles in my path. Lord give me eyes to see, ears to hear and an understanding heart.
A women's retreat is swiftly approaching. Not the kind planned out for months awesome speakers and worship leaders, a trip and hotel rooms. Just a spur of the moment beach house made available to a woman in the church, she's going to share. It will be available most of the week, no schedual, no particular plans, can come and go, stay all night or not. Nothing about it really appeals to me except perhaps time to spend with a friend or two I don't see much anymore. Where is my sense of anticipation. You said when two or three are gathered in your name you are there in the midst of us.
I ask for direction. I think I'm to go but when, how long, how much, what is my part before and during. What should I believe you for, ask for, seek after and beat on heavens door in anticipation of an answer. What do you want Daddy, your will not mine.
P.S. Loriana I'm glad you and Jesus are the only ones reading these
Saturday, September 24, 2011
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Inside the Mystery
He says, “Be still, and know that I am God." Psalm 46:10
Sometimes it is as if He speaks it to my soul, not to insist I do it, but to cause it to happen. In those moments I cease the hustle and bustle of the here and now, time and space. I stand in eternity, from which vantage point everything looks different. In those moments, worship flows, and swirls and binds us to Him. What a mystery. So much more to say which words cannot express.
Sometimes it is as if He speaks it to my soul, not to insist I do it, but to cause it to happen. In those moments I cease the hustle and bustle of the here and now, time and space. I stand in eternity, from which vantage point everything looks different. In those moments, worship flows, and swirls and binds us to Him. What a mystery. So much more to say which words cannot express.
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