It’s been a while. The past months, three to be exact, have been strange really. So many times I have headed for the phone to punch in that number I dialed often, back then. There’s been some stuff going on here at our house and some of it’s worth sharing and some of it just needs
Nano’s wise counsel. It’s a loss when, after living longer than half a century (I know, crazy) you’ve gotten advice from someone whose advice you value and then
just like that she isn’t there. Gone forever. Even so, my need for her to be alive is still right here where it’s always been. Every now and then there’s this panic and I feel the blood rushing to my heart and I sort of want to yell or stomp my foot and change the whole thing. The dying thing. But I WANT to talk to my MOM.
and who am I really, to tell you about these things? What grief have I known?
You might say that mine doesn’t measure up to yours. you may be right.
I was talking to a friend and we were saying that we can’t compare ours to each other’s.
Whether it’s grief or joy, it’s ours.
Mine
Yours
and we each feel
whatever we feel and it’s big and it
hurts
or it’s big and it’s
abounding joy.
We study the Bible, every Wednesday at the big church on the corner, where lots of people worship on Sunday and fewer worship and study during the week. We study and we talk about what we are studying and it’s
the best.
I learn and I talk (no surprise there) and I even listen and while it all happens
I learn more.
We have what we call a wrap up talk at the end of each Wednesday morning and it’s good. I took a turn a few weeks ago. I worked on that lesson and I learned.
My turn, was the story of David and Goliath and I had heard the story so many times I didn’t even need to read it before I prepared the talk. But I did it anyway. Read the story and listened to what God wanted to tell me about what I should say.
I wrote the words for that talk
Twice.
I read it and spoke it and changed the words and it wasn’t right. I prayed and I listened and I wanted it to be what God wanted it to be and it wasn’t, I was sure.
I wrote it again. The third time. While I was writing I knew, He was getting through to me. He was going to say some amazing things and He was going to use my mouth to plant seeds in hearts.
When I stood up to speak the words He gave me to speak
my heart was full and I talked and I learned while I was doing it and now I’m going to share it with you.
It’s unpolished, unprofessional, unscripted, unedited and it’s live. There are mistakes and I talked and then we listened to a song and I hope you will
hang in there and listen to the end. Listen to the five points and
Be Encouraged
because God has great things for us
for you and me and we can’t, we just cannot keep going through life, being attacked and broken and worn out by
