Day 81 A New Thing

3/22/2025

 

It seems as if each day God is giving me confirmation about the new thing He is doing in my life or about to do. Abraham believed God for the promise He made to him, but it took 25 years for it to come to fruition; then, Abraham was given a test to see if he'd give his son to God, and Abraham passed the test. There are so many stories about waiting, trudging through the wilderness, thirsting for water. Today began with my a portion of my favorite scripture, Isaiah 43:19: "See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it? I am making a way in the wilderness and streams in the wasteland." This scripture promises a time of refreshing, and the water in the wilderness represents the streams of living water flowing through our dry, wasted carcasses when we pass through the times of spiritual dryness and stagnant waters in our lives. The water of life, Jesus, brings us new beginnings and nourishes our dry and weary bones, rejuvenating our souls.

As always my eyes light up when the music plays. Worship ushers in more of the presence of God as I wait, listen, and breathe a sigh of relief and understanding when He speaks to me. I feel the music He brings, and I sing! Thinking back to yesterday evening, the words, "Spring up, O well, into my soul! Spring up, O well, and make me whole, Spring up, O well, and give to me, that life abundantly." The song begins with: "I've got a river of life flowing out of me. Makes the lame to walk and the blind to see. Opens prison doors, sets the captives free. I've got a river of life flowing out of me." Now how great is that?!

Last night I was privileged to spend some quality time listening and sharing with a dear sister in the Lord, who, like me, has a hard time articulating the words she wants to say. Fortunately, we share so much in common, that without having to say much, we understand each other, and we can pray. I had to ask her forgiveness today, however, because when we get to swapping concerns, some words needed to be said or tears needing to be shed, may not have been. I never want to stop the flow when God has a purpose for all things. After our call ended last night, I asked Abba if I had talked too much. Whereas He did not say I had or that I had not afforded her enough freedom to share, I still felt I should write her a note asking her to forgive me, if in any unintentional way, I had not given her sway. It's important to share, but many times, the best thing is to listen. While I couldn't give a hug over the phone, I hope my love and support were sufficient.

Tonight, my daughter and I shared another movie, called "The Healing Garden." It was about a man who lost his wife to cancer, lost his home due to hospitals bills, and lost his truck for the same reason. He moved into a trailer park where he met many disgruntled people, mostly older ones whose lives were hither and yon. The man enlisted the assistance of a little girl in the neighborhood in planting a healing garden, in the tradition of his deceased wife. The story is one of healing, and I recommend it to all.

At that I end this edition, my timeless story, or so it goes. Rest well, share the hope within in you, and give God the glory due His Name. Shalom.