10/9/2026
"To everything there is a season, a time for
every purpose under heaven."
Ecclesiastes 3:1
To everything there is a season...!
Tonight I decided to move outside my comfort zone and accept a friend's invitation to attend a benefit for a ministry I strongly support. The Pregnancy Center for the Tri-Cities sponsored an event called "Dancing Through the Decades," celebrating the past and looking to the future. A meal was provided by Outback Steakhouse, and there was DJ dancing with music from the 60's, 70's and a little beyond, plus a silent auction. It was held at Destination Church in Hopewell, and there were several in attendance from my church, Western Heights Baptist. My friends were more enthusiastic about dressing the decade than I, but it was enjoyable remembering popular fun music without the innuendos of rebellion of the age. It was a Christian event actually, but there were a lot of Baptists twisting and shouting! I laughed, but I didn't join in on the actual dance floor action until the song Dancing Queen was playing at the very end, and I just couldn't help myself. I've watched the movie Momma Mia too many times to pass up a few theatrics.
I think it did me a world of good to go out on the town, so to speak, in a limited way, and actually enjoy being with friends, if only for one night. Generally on Friday evenings I am participating in Shabbat services prior to attending Messianic Jewish services online on Saturday as Sabbath is celebrated from Friday evening until Saturday evening in Israel. But I didn't want to disappoint my friend who is always inviting me places, and I never go. My main concern was disappointing God by going, but somehow I don't think He minded a change in my routine. He knows my heart, and He cares about all things concerning my life. In fact earlier in the day we discussed many things, and I'm ready for some fresh encounters.
I really don't like change, because I've had my life upended so many times, and I've had to move more times than most military families move from base to base over the period of a lifetime, and that includes the short time my husband was in the military. I began to remember words spoken to me, wondering whether I'd actually traveled the route I was meant to go already. I've been afraid that if I changed anything in my life that I'd somehow miss what God had planned for me. I'm always advising others to step out in faith and dare to dream, but I felt as if my dreams had been detoured or lost. Then I picked up a little book I'd read before, deciding that I'd revisit a friend, as I consider certain books worthy of re-reads, and a light bulb lit up the page. Now I know that I can't dilly dally around any longer, and I need to get down to the business at hand.
Praying for others often opens my eyes to things I need to do in my own life, in a strange and roundabout way. I'd felt guilty about not praying for certain people as often as I should using the excuse that I have so many prayer requests that come daily on top of those that are ongoing. Just considering the prayers for our nation for the midterm elections and standing against the spiritual darkness that has entered our country so contrary to our national life, or so I had thought. Watching world events explode into total chaos and near disaster in some areas with increasing threats to life and liberty. Standing as a watchman on the wall for Israel and praying for the needs of the persecuted church. Praying for the needs of family and friends and families and friends of others. The condition of the church, and the need to wake up as Jesus commanded in Revelation 2 & 3 in the letters to the churches. These are indeed perilous times, and the lack of concern or action on the part of those who should be aware is daunting. As an intercessor my heart has been overcome with deep anguish and near despair at times, but because I have faith, I have hope, so I will never give into despair. There are many times that my prayer is simple - "Abba, help!" And that is sufficient, because Holy Spirit knows the needs before I ask.
I've been reading Catherine Marshall's little book, The Helper, about the gift of Holy Spirit who is the Third person of the Trinity, who is God. There's God the Father, God the Son, and God the Holy Spirit, the very breath of God and Jesus, sent from above to dwell inside those who are children of God through belief in Christ as Savior and Lord. This book speaks of a deeper, fresher encounter of God's Spirit, a fresh breath of His Life as on the Day of Pentecost. Reading it has reminded me of my adventures in Christ, and encounters with the Living God. Much more it has reminded me of words spoken to me, words of life and leading, words of knowledge, and visions. Reading the Bible each day regenerates my soul, and I'm able to endure the circumstances that come my way, but dwelling in the secret place, listening, speaking about things I want to know, gaining insight, living in His presence, is much more than I can adequately describe. It is the life I live, the life I love, the life I never want to change, but He promises so much more.
Although I'm not certain of what lies ahead and around the bend, I feel that I have a starting point. What that means as far as interactions with others I don't have a clue, but the good thing is that I'm open to any changes that He wants to make in my life that will draw me closer to Him and fulfilling His purpose through my life.

