Day 343 I Remember

 

12/9/2025 

"Through the LORD's mercies we are not

consumed, because His compassions fail not.  

They are new every morning; great is Your faithfulness.

The LORD is my portion, says my soul,

Therefore I hope in Him!" 

Lamentations 3:22-24 

 

I awakened early, but I really didn't know why, I just knew I was to be up, even though I had not been asleep for long. I sat a while and prayed, because it was so peaceful. Mia was sleeping in my chair peacefully, so in deference to her, I remained seated in my bed. Later, after my son got up, and we chatted, I discovered some concerning matters, but he assured me that he was alright. He had made plans to change the oil on my car at a friend's house in a warm garage. I thought he had connected with his friend and that all was well, but I found out later, that this was not so. Not too longer after he had left the house, I got a phone call from him saying he had been in an accident. He had been run off the road by a fast driver, who kept going even though he saw my son's peril. The roads were icy, so my son was going slowly, but it doesn't take much to slip, slide, and crash into a guard rail, especially when someone is barreling up a narrow country road in the ice. Thanks to God and His divine intervention my son's life was spared. The car's fate is awaiting a decision, so at the moment we are without a car. Strangely I am not concerned about it. My dad's old Crown Victoria is being fixed in the interim. I really don't know what that will entail. 

I kicked myself a lot about this dilemma. I blamed myself, he blamed himself, and his friend blamed himself for not following up. Hindsight! My son always feels that God has reason for things like this happening, and I agree with him. I have some thoughts about it all, but God hasn't really revealed it to me for certain yet. We still have some talking to do. I sat here and couldn't budge myself from this state of shock, but the real shock came when seeing the photos and then the car. I've never been in an accident, so I was ignorant of many things, but we managed through it. I hope I never have to go through anything like this again. 

For the past "while" I have been troubled over many things, and my quiet time has been disturbed and inconsistent. I love my time with the Lord, alone, listening, singing, but sometimes prayer calls interrupt my time with Jesus. The calls are important, but as I have said countless times, I must have His presence to carry me through. I've had some health challenges, but although irritating and distracting at times, I hang in there, and God hangs with me. I'm waiting for that to be healed too. Actually, aside from some blows to the head and falling from trees and falling off curbs, I do pretty well for an ole lady my age. I stay active and moving. But I won't be untruthful about serving the Lord, there is a high cost for service, answering the call to intercession and discipleship, and I guess I am just a little raw right now. In more ways than one.  

I need to sit down and evaluate some things, and I need to get super busy on doing things around here. If I do consider a part time job, I need to know it is God's will. Or if I am to continue to write, then I must get busy with putting all the pages together. It's all in God's perfect timing. But, I no longer feel the "inkling" to "help" God, as if I could. He sees me, and He definitely knows my heart, so I'll just sit a while and chat with Him until the next step is certain. The one thing I do not want to do is anything outside of His timing or will. I've surrendered, and I have responded to His call to come back here to Virginia. Although it's already been four years, and honestly, I don't see much I've accomplished at improving the value of the home, still it doesn't seem important. Everything except Him is "stuff." 

Things are happening so fast as far as the prophetic timeline is concerned. It is exciting to watch, yet at the same time it is very concerning, because the players are not getting the message, and it is critical that they do. We need the church to rise up and take their place, so the messes can be corrected. In the meantime, as I am muddling through the human side of things, as opposed to the spiritual, which coincide in my life, I am sitting here remembering all He has done for me. The one thing I have is my testimony of His saving grace, and the many miracles He has brought to me and my family. The enemy is trying hard to kill, steal, and destroy my family, but He cannot have what or who does not belong to him. They belong to Jesus, and through the power of the blood, there they remain. It's a battle, but I remember every detail of my life, every time I've slipped and fallen or crashed headlong into one of my wrong decisions. He kept me then, and He's keeping me and my family now. I will always remember!