"Count it all joy when you fall into various trials."

Archive for December, 2015

Spirit Streams

I was reminiscing today about some of my favorite times and was remember the farm that only lives now in my memory.

fallen treeAs a teenager, when we arrived at the farm, secure in my family, I hugged my grandparents, hit the gate and made a dash for the sun dappled canyon.   My destination was a fallen tree that bridged the cold spring.    This was my place of solitude.    I could worship, think, dream, and sing.  Here I felt the Presence of God and my soul delighted in the quiet and was refreshed.

At times, I would walk the canyon floor and find my way to the source of the spring.  The stream would grow smaller and smaller until it came to the point where it began to flow out of the hillside.  The supply was endless even though it looked like it disappeared.  When I followed it the other way, the spring came to the creek and fed it continuously.  The amazing thing is that the little flow that came from the hillside, widened as it meandered through the canyon until, at the creek, it was almost five feet wide.  It defied the laws of mathematics.

So it is with my Christian walk.  It started with a small trickle and is growing into a sizeable stream.  Every day I fall deeper and deeper in love with my Lord Christ Jesus.  My stream feeds into the larger body and adds to the flow.

There is amazing security in knowing that I am part of something bigger, something alive and moving.  And as we go together in harmony, we feed into rivers and then into oceans.  While flowing together, we don’t realize the power of our oneness.  Together we reach out and invite others into our adventure until we find that the body of water covers most of the globe.  As the great ocean is acted upon by the heavenly pull, the water rises up in waves and reaches out for the dry places inviting them to joing us in covering the globe.

The Lonely Season Redeemed

Well, I had everything planned and then things changed. Becoming a widow does that.  Before there was someone I belonged to and he belonged to me.lonely

Christmas this year will be different, but then I knew that.  It will be with my dear and oldest friend in Wichita.  She is a widow also and understands this very unwelcome season of life.

I have always been strong and capable; perhaps a bit too much in charge, but all of that is changed as I am learning to flow with this season in a new way.

When my Mom got married at 91, I knew it was because she wanted someone to be with and now, more than ever, I understand.  But for me, I would rather be alone than to be with the wrong person.

I am learning that the only One Dear Godthat I can depend on is the Lord and I think it is a lesson He wanted me to learn long ago.  All too often, we look to family and friends to fill us up with their warmth and love.  Now it is time for me to love them right where they are and fill them up with the warmth that the Lord gives me..  He has them in the palm of His hand and He has me as well.

I remember Mom saying when I came to visit that I didn’t spend enough time with her.  I had so many friends to see.  Today, in this season, I understand that she was wanting me to be there with her.  Perhaps I am reaping what I sowed or maybe it is just the lonely season of life.

I got the most wonderful massage yesterday.  The whole time she was using her healing hands on me, she prayed with me.  It was a time of refocusing on the important things.  I have so much to be thankful for and so many things to accomplish.  I am grateful to her.

I am going to have a Merry Christmas and I am looking forward to a New Year of fulfillment and love.  Merry Christmas everyone!

 

 

 

 

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