My prayers this morning were little more than breathing in and out. Some words came, I went down my usual list of those loved ones weighing heavy on my heart. And then as I remembered that sometimes it is okay to just be quiet and listen.....a curious thing happened.
I heard the dove song and behind that, the freeway loading up with the morning commute. Another bird of a different kind further away. I retreated further into myself and listened for what the Holy Spirit might be praying for me. He does you know......when we can't find the words of our own.
I picked up my old Living Bible that I had picked up off the bookshelf on the way outside. It was mine first, then my Mom's. She carried it out to me on the day I moved away from her, from my hometown....tears streaming down. Even now, the memory hurts because the years have flown by way too fast. I hold it to my chest, I hug it like I am holding her too.
I see my words, and hers on the front flap. Co-mingled together......Our thoughts of God married together on those pages.
My breathing slows and I meditate on the Lord and how He heals us, draws us together.
I whisper His language.....the one He gave to me, and in between the silent pauses where Heaven and earth connect......We connect, and He tells me again, that it will be okay.
Isn't it wonderful to know that by thanking Him, we honor Him? And not only that, thanking Him does something supernatural to our heart and soul. It sifts out all the worry and fear and stress, replaces it with joy and peace. It reminds us that God is still and always in control.
A good appointment at the Doctor for Elaine and her Mom, he saw the situation as it really was, and took time with them. It was like an SOS call that was answered.
First week at new building at work and it wasn't as stressful as I thought it would be.
Good weather holding out......knowing that soon it will be too hot to go outside for very long.
Good memories made from the trip to California.
School time again for those parents and caregivers who need a break.
New Easter flag flying, bright against the sky.
As we get ready to celebrate the week of Passion once again, we know that really, each sunrise we celebrate Easter all over again.
Found rings, which I looked all over for in a panic yesterday, they turned up in the back pocket of my jeans which I had look through three times already!
Pictures that turn out, most of the time by accident and the fact that I have a really good camera.
Lunch after church......always a special time of the week.