6/4/2026
"How sweet Your words to me; they are sweeter than honey."
Psalm 119:103
Called as a child to follow Christ, following a crazy path, contrary to my desires, but deviating from the straight path, the narrow road, I often wonder if I have had any impact for the cause of Christ on another person. Sometimes when I'm sorting through files and old letters from friends, I will happen upon a note or card written to me or about me, that I may or may not remember about my job performance or something I did or said that has made a difference. I imagine I have become so accustomed to the rabbit hole of guilt and shame that I still seem to wander close to the edge when I remember. Words cut deeply, and the wounds take time to heal. I am grateful they do not fester from unforgiveness or bitterness. I imagine I have grown accustomed to unkind remarks about my decision to surrender my life to Christ. I've never been selfish, it's just who I am called to be, and the walk I have chosen to take.
The Psalms are very soothing at these times, as I find a kindred spirit in David when he is crying out to God, alone and betrayed. But it is in these moments that the time with the Lord can be so sweet. I'm beginning to not mind so much - being misunderstood or caring too much. I'm in good company, because look at Jesus' life! He told the disciples they would be hated, and His prayer in John 17 included me. I'd rather be suffering for the cause of Christ than sitting on a fence with my legs dangling on both sides of the fence and be considered lukewarm.
The mini-dreams or visions are becoming more frequent, and today I dreamed of being in an airport. Whether alone or straggling behind I am not certain, but I was assisted by a friendly younger man who helped me along the path to make my flight connection. It seems as if he had many questions as we walked, then he'd go about his business. But as I was hurrying down another direction, all of a sudden he was back, helping me again, asking more questions about my trip. This happened off and on until my final leg of this cross-country hike to make a connection. It had to be a flight from Dallas, as I've been somewhere like it before. It seemed familiar somehow. The last time he walked with me he asked about my brother. That's when I arrived at my destination and could safely leave him. I remember wondering how he knew I had a brother. I don't understand it, and perhaps I never will, so it's written down, and I'll try to leave it for now. I'm not sure when, but I drifted asleep again, and awoke suddenly to the words, "If he does anything to harm you!" that came from the mouth of an angry woman in the crowd, although I really don't remember much about it. I guess I'll keep my eyes open and stay out of airports!
Tonight I met with my group I host for Harvest Ministries. We were talking about being prepared for heaven and what Jesus said about packing light for the trip. He warns us to stay alert, as no one knows when He may appear, only the Father. We also spoke about gratitude. Sadly, we as followers of Christ do not always have or show gratitude, and we have much to thank Jesus for. There's one young lady in the group who is learning to memorize scripture, so it is a joy for me to hear her enthusiasm. I am forever harping on the importance of memorization. It's a habit I learned as a child, and I still remember many of my favorite passages from early years, and from many years of reading and studying. I love looking at the context of scripture, so often we go over many passages. I love that the ladies are excited about the study, and it especially touches my heart when someone can quote the verses from memory. That reminds me of a scripture that I have used before in my blogs, "I have no greater joy than to hear that my children are walking in the truth." 3 John 4. Although the ladies are not my children, being the oldest in the group, I do tend to call him "kids." But it is a wonderful joy to see them "taste and see that the Lord is good!"
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