I am at a point where I need to be like Ruth was to Naomi and see that my mom is my Naomi. She is not a bitter taste in my mouth, but a pleasant aroma to my nostrils. All that is tells me to do, whether it is to sing out louder or paint my toenails, she is telling me because she loves me and wants the best for me.
You also want the best for me Lord. You want me to stop fighting Your will for my life even if it has to do with a number to write down or a conversation with a person. You are teaching me how to live by faith. If You or mommy give me an order that is what I have to fulfill. I must trust and believe that neither You nor her would steer me wrong.
Now, I commit. One moment at a time, one step at a time, I commit it all to You. If You tell me to say hello, then I’m saying hello. If You want me to use the word hi, then hi it is at that time. If mommy says use oranges then I won’t reach for the plums. Lord I can do this; I can submit my way to the right way. This is living by faith because for the most part I will not understand why I am doing it that way until after I have done it. It’s the actions of hoping for the best. My movement will be the evidence of an unseen best for me. That’s what Hebrews 11:1 says about faith. And that’s how James 2:17 says faith should be lived.
Thank You for in Your patience, perseverance, and peace about me, You know that I can do it. You believe in me!
Your Love and Friend
Today I was over the top ubber tired. I just wanted to sleep all day. However, I have the wonderful responsibility of taking care of Gusto.
This morning You told me to not take my morning nap but to take care of Gusto. I didn’t listen. Then you told me to walk Gusto and say hi to my neighbor later on. I didn’t listen. By the time I was ready to walk Gusto, it was pouring rain!! I tried to walk him anyway and he looked at me and led me back to the house. He was saying “I’m not pooing in this weather.” The second I dried off Gusto, it was no longer raining. Lord you knew I was so tired. I just went to sleep. When I woke up an hour and a half later. Gusto and I went for a dry walk/run. It was spectacular.
Later in the evening, I didn’t want to go out to pick up dinner. You and mommy prompted me so I went. Once there I asked the server for a strawberry molt. He gave it to me saying “We don’t have to let them know about that!” Lord I am glad I listened to You that time I received a free, FREE! molted shake! What in this world is free? Well with Your favor everything.
Thank You Dear! You taught me that following You is always the better of the choices, haha
Your Love and Friend
It’s so rare that a phone call for a person makes you cry from so much joy!! Well today a friend I haven’t heard from since the holiday season called me up. It was the best beautiful brightener for this sunshine outside yet cloudy inside of me day.
Thank You Heavenly Father,
Your Love and Friend
Should I turn from the way that leads to freedom because it’s a lonely road, today?
Should I end my journey to a closer walk with thee because it hurts my feet?
Should I freeze a part of my life because it’s burning up my flesh like charcoaled meat?
Naw, I need to be alone so You can show Yourself faithful.
Naw, I need hurting feet so You can show Yourself Healer.
Naw, I need to burn my flesh so I can enjoy the quiet waters You lead me to.
Besides it’s for You not me. It’s for You not me. It’s for YOU not ME. So I’ll go through and hit death because I know my destination is life.
(after reading James 12:23-27)
Dear Heavenly Father,
For the first time I was able to answer the question “Why does God refer to Himself as Father when there are so many bad father’s in the world?” The answer is as simple as because He is the same yesterday, today, and forever. You did not make humans, then after watching their interaction decide to call Yourself Father. You started this world as Father God, Son of God, and Spirit of God. Thank You Jesus for that realization. Once again You show Yourself an example to us humans on how to live with each other in love.
Now Father, I come to You with a different kind of prayer. One that doesn’t ask You to change the person (as I have done for many years because I thought “if I can’t change the person You can” but the thing is You don’t want to change the person; instead You want the person to live as You have created them in the first place; You Lord want to restore the person). No this prayer is to ask You to pour love on those who do drugs. My Savior, You didn’t put a limit on those You were dying on the cross for. You didn’t spill Your blood in a certain direction so that only people in that path could get saved. You did what You did at the wooden upright lowercase ‘t’ for all the world, every creature.
There are some creatures in my world that I would like for You to show what the shedding of Your blood did for them. Right now, I am reminded of a song that my dear friend wrote. She sang “You hung there, loving, bleeding, dying for me/You saw me”. And just like You saw her Father God you see those at my work place who are addicted to drugs and alcohol. They are in a constant need for more of that which can’t ever help them. Lord Your love can uplift them higher than any drug. Your love can drown out pain better than any bottle. You want for them to live life with a hope. Yet it seems Lord that they will never find that hope outside of You. So use me Father! Use me as Your ambassador of love, hope and truth. As I read today in 1 Timothy 4:11, let me be “an example…in speech, in life in love, in faith, and in purity” (NIV). Not only do I ask to be an example, but Father open their eyes so they can see the Christ Who loves and sees them and their struggle.
Thank You for hearing my cry dear Holy One.
Your Loved Friend
It’s interesting the questions that went between God and Moses and who asked what. Moses asked God who He was. God’s answer turned Moses’ heart; he was never the same. Moses’ question was not just answered in that moment. Moses had a lifetime of understanding the reality of God’s response. Even so Moses, being a human didn’t fully get it. For when God said He was going to provide meat enough for that generation to eat for a month. Moses was like “um, God You’re big and all, I remember You parting the sea and even giving us water from a rock, I can recall the times when You plagued the Egyptians just to show Your power; however, there are a lot of people here, they eat three meals a day, and they continue to multiply over and over; You can’t do what You said; logically it doesn’t work.” For the lack of faith Moses was not able to see the promise land in the time of his peers. Actually none of his peers (his generation) were able to see the promise land.
Now God’s question to Moses was “What’s in your hand?” God knew what was in his hand. Moses knew what was in his hand. Yet Moses never realized that simple thing that he used, that thing of comfort, that thing of assurance, that thing that was like taking another breath, would be the same thing that God would use. When God used Moses for His glory that thing that was in his hand, sticks turned into snakes, water turned into blood, seas were departed, life was both given and taken away. Yet Moses understood that it wasn’t what was in his hand but it was the hand that was on him that created these miracles and blessings. If it were what was in his hand, then he would have had these miracles and blessings all along.
By the way, there is something in your hand, too.