Day 336 "What's Next?"

12/2/2025

"You are my hiding place; You shall preserve me

from trouble; You surround me with songs of deliverance."

Psalm 32:7

 

This month began with a phone call that led me to another bend in the road in my journey, and I'm wondering "what's next?" I began to think about this day, wondering about the story I'm supposed to be writing. I always seem to get stuck at certain places, and I began to look at things from different perspectives. So my first thoughts, as I was sitting here mentally discussing this with Abba, writing in my journal as I sorted things out in my thinking, but I paused and went to a place, perhaps my hiding place deep within my soul where no one can touch me, and there's just me and Jesus. Peace enters - His shalom that's perfect and complete, soothing and refreshing. His presence was tangible, and I just wanted to stay here a while longer alone with Him. Dare I move, dare I make a sound, not even a sigh, afraid the slightest movement might disturb this moment. 

I took a sip of coffee, closed my eyes, and memories slowly came, and I saw the visions again, and they began to make sense. They became clearer, and I wondered if I was supposed to share the visions in the story. The truth is that whenever I attempt to share some of the experiences or roads I've walked in this crazy, surreal life I live, I am met with blank stares or a change in conversation, because not many people want to discuss spiritual journeys. Then things really become weird! But they're not, really. It's the life I live, and although I don't understand much of what I experience, I love my life. So if I'm alone, it's okay, but I'm never really alone, because I'm with Him.

As I  was sitting there, writing again in my journal, I began to see myself on a path that was quite lonely, but when my feet crossed over the boundary line, I saw Jesus standing on the path with His arms opened, as if He was welcoming me. As I drew closer, then closer to Him, it was as if He passed through me, and I was alone again, but I didn't feel alone. I was holding something in my arms - a lamb. I knew he was hurt, yet he healed. A verdant, grassy meadow graced by evergreens became its playground, while others began to frolic in the field, or so I thought, but then I saw a child holding the lamb. Then suddenly I was carried back to that day so long ago when I saw a little girl lying on the cold slab in the emergency room. She'd only turned three but a short time before. I had been visiting relatives with my little girl, and then my daddy was in the living room. He'd come to take me home. Something had happened, but he wouldn't say any more, so we rode in silence home.  

My usual meeting began, and although I took notes and heard every report, prayed every prayer, I was still preoccupied in part with what had happened only a short time before. Shortly after my call was over, and I was attempting to return to my earlier imaginings, I received a phone call associated with the one from the previous day. And then I knew that once more I would be taking another turn into another adventure, and I wondered as I had before - "what's next?"

Although the call was from a stranger, we became sisters instantly, sharing stories and laughter, because we spoke the same language. An invitation for a visit to the backwoods of North Carolina was extended, and a promise of information to follow. The telephone and internet connections are quite "iffy" in that neck of the woods, but texts seem to work, so I wait, for the next step. Strangely, I am beginning to see that perhaps in the same roundabout way things happen in my life, a new direction is about to come. At least I hope this is an answer to my puzzled mind about the story, as the person I am about to meet will intuitively relate. This reminds me of a summer I spent in Pagosa Springs, Colorado at a cabin by the lake with the man who became my spiritual mentor, who is the reason the phone call happened in the first place. I have to laugh again at the lengths God takes to get me back on the right path. I guess I'll know soon enough, and it's strange, but those words I just used "I'll know soon enough," sounds like deja vu.

It's late, and even though I am not tired, I need to rest, so this discussion will continue in another blog. Until then, spend time alone with Abba, resting in His lap, listening. He has a plan for your life. Your own adventure. Never stop dreaming. Selah.