I know it is really lame that I am cheating and squishing them all together, but to be honest, even I don't want to read a bunch of dribble and boring observations... I want to read about God moving.
Well, the only one God has really been moving on in my life this last few days is me. This is a good thing I suppose. Although I must admit I am not really that much of a fan of it. I think the seasoned Christians call it pruning. God has definitely been breaking some stuff off of me lately. I am really grateful for that, really I am. I don't really act like it ... more like a spoiled brat, but I am glad.
I let the enemy distract me with some drama... in other words I got my eyes off of Jesus and looking at the water this week. Let me say that I understand why Peter began to sink. I love his heart though. He cried out to Jesus and said, if you call to me I will step out of this boat. I guess it is time to step out of the boat again.
I took this weekend off and made an emergency trip to Nashville, TN. It was an emergency because I DESPERATELY needed to get out of town. It was lovely. We floated the Harpeth River on Saturday and went to dinner with my sister and her boyfriend and their roommate. Sunday morning we got up and ... GASP!!! Skipped church.
It was weird. I must have driven past ten churches in the half a mile drive between the hotel and her apartment (Gotta LOVE the Bible Belt!). It was like God was calling ... but I just kept driving. I know I was in the middle of this whole "I can't do this, so let's not do it at all thing". In other words... Rebellion.
I know, I know... it is pretty horrible. But let's not be too shocked here, it is what got Adam and Eve out of the garden, forced Adam into hard labor and Eve into that once monthly lovely visitor and the horrible pain of birthing children (thanks EVE!) that has descended down through the generations for eons.
So after my two days of "I'm just gonna go and live a boring, normal life." I started to do some serious praying. I didn't get where it started until I got back home and after I spent most of Monday in bed trying to figure out what in Hell, literally, was causing me all this turmoil. I was so mixed up, I couldn't even hear His voice anymore.
And that is when He jumped in and spoke, not out loud ( I know, bummer, right?) but through a book. On my trip I had stopped into a discount book store and as I was browsing I saw this fiction book ( I rarely read fiction) and I picked it up. I had heard of it, but didn't know what it was about. When I got home Monday I went to jump in the tub, (after rolling around in a self-pity mud hole for about 2 hours) and reached for one of the other books I had bought, when this gentle nudge said grab the other one.
I picked it up and couldn't put it down. Through that fiction book the Lord took my mess turned me around and showed me what I needed to do. He made it so abundantly clear. I am so grateful!
Last night, for the first time in over a week I slept for all night, in fact I slept for almost 12 hours! I woke up my usual bright eyed bushy tailed self with a new sense of direction and back on track!
So here is to tomorrow, when I won't have so much homework that I cannot leave the house and might actually run into someone who needs prayer.
PS. Please keep my Father-un-law, Keith, in your prayers. He is having some issues related to his brain tumor and could use a miracle. Also Baby Caitlyn needs new lungs and a new heart. If you have any prayer requests I would love to pray with you! Please feel free to leave them in the comments or you can email me :O)
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