3/23/2025
I'm having another one of those days, even though the day is well spent and bedtime is close. Or maybe not since I have a tendency to linger in the evenings until I am literally falling over. Then I steel myself and hold tightly onto the rail and wall as I descend the basement stairs for my evening exercise with an episode of Alf as my companion. Daniel has been long in bed, as he loves to roost with the chickens. I've been lounging away the afternoon again, after a scrumptious meal of gluten free pizza and a few sips of Dr. Pepper. It's Sunday evening, and I've missed a few meetings, but I had hoped to spend a little time with my daughter. I had some things I wanted to share, but she had other plans, I guess.
Since I've been blogging, I've been visiting Pinterest for headers. I haven't taken the time to post on my boards for a few years, except for a couple of times, although I receive regular emails to entice me to log on and play. I do have a good eye, and anyone so inclined, is invited to check out my boards. I've been meaning to check them out myself, as I think someone has put group boards on the site without asking. Is that possible? As long as it's nothing bad, I guess it's okay. I'm not glitzy, so that may not be good, but then, maybe a little "glitz" may be good for me. I have grown accustomed to my ways.
Before group prayer this morning, I found myself curled up in Abba's lap again. I finished the short devotional I was doing with a friend on YouVersion this morning. I had forgotten that it was a short version of John Bevere's book, God, Where Are You? that has captured my interest and made me want to read the book. He's talking about the wilderness experience, and he shares a bit of his early ministry days up to the time God sends him to the nations. His story reminds me somewhat of my call, but his wife was supportive and involved, as a couple should be. For a split second I journeyed back into my past, but I quickly put it aside. It doesn't do a bit of good to think about what could have been. But the closer I get to my birthday, I am reminded of the fact that I am still kind of "stuck!" I feel strangely that there's yet something left for me to do. Abba does say He's doing something new, or am I only dreaming?!
Music plays a huge part in my in my life, and worship is so important to my daily quiet time. The hymns and songs are within my heart, so I don't really need to turn on the music. I sing in the shower, too, and those songs come from Holy Spirit. Anyone who hears me must wonder what I am saying. Once my neighbor said she heard me singing. She said I sang well, so I asked her what language I was singing - English, Hebrew, Spanish, or otherworldly. I love the latter. I'd rather have His songs than mine. Music is a source of encouragement and supernatural strength, strength I need many days in order to face what may come. Tomorrow's Monday, and I used to paint doll faces with a group of ladies who meet each week to work on dolls for missionaries, Dolls on Mission. I used to love going, and during the week, I'd paint at home. Something happened when we broke for the holidays, and I haven't gone back yet. Each Monday I plan to go, but something inside of me can't force myself to do it. I had been sick off and on with my annual upper respiratory irritation, but it seems to return, and my strength has been zapped. There are other underlying circumstances, I realize, but I cannot seem to put my finger on the cause. Just the effect. So maybe I am in Bevere's version of a wilderness experience.
I'm listening to music as I punch out these words on my keyboard. Spontaneous worship is on by a group called WorshipMob. The song, "I Will Make Room for You." It's one of my favorites, and the jest of it is making God my priority, while moving anything else that may taken His place out of the way. Yep, that's definitely my heart cry. I will make room for Him. Remember, I love to climb up into His lap, and just sit a spell. I'm never too old to be with Him, and it's time I love. I had gotten so used to living alone, talking with Abba out loud and often, that my son thought I was talking to him...or myself. After noticing his puzzled expression, I asked him about it, so I explained. I think he had figured it out, because he grew up seeing me with a headset on dancing around the house, singing when he was growing up. I'm glad some things haven't changed for me.
I took a little breather while I listened to some worship music, before I continued this blog. I also picked up Abide in the Secret Place by Andrew Murray. He was commenting on the fact that we do not understand what a privilege it is to be able to come into the presence of a holy God and linger. The inexpressible power and honor of sharing this relationship with the Almighty God of Heaven and earth. This is the blessing I have, because I have had so much time to bow in His presence or just be in the room with Him, His ear listening to anything I say, whether it makes sense or not. He hears me, and He understands. And this relationship is available to anyone who wants to draw close to Him. Whenever I feel overwhelmed, without friends to share, I have my Abba, my Holy Father, who is only a heart cry away. And yet, not even that far, because Holy Spirit dwells within me.What a blessed assurance of His love and power in my life. It's worth everything, and it's available to all who call on Him with an open heart.
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