A perfect place for a quiet time with God!!! Well, that is what I thought as I carried my Bible and pen out of the cabin toward the stone deck overlooking the lake. Is there a better place to witness God’s marvelous creation than the rolling hills of Georgia? Is there a better way to feel His presence than to listen as the silence speaks and the leaves whisper words of His majesty? As I walked, I hit a rather large spider web, but from that I quickly recovered. Only when I finally sat down did I hear it – the menacing rattle of his claws on the fence. Then it came, the constant whimpering and whining and howling and barking. Disappointment and frustration filled my mind as I clammored back inside. What now? I prayed, well, more like just sat and thought about God and what He has done for me. What could I do to express the joy in my heart for how He delivered me? How can I express my desperate thanks for His love? How can I express the fluttering I get in my stomach when I think about how He will choose to use me and reveal himself to me in the year to come and the adventures His path has in store for me?
I have tried journaling. I don’t know why it never works, but I can’t seem to get my thoughts out fast enough on the paper, and the words never look like what I meant to say. My thoughts ventured back towards training camp last year. On one of the last nights, our team leaders prayed over each student in our group. Then, we prayed over our leaders. Something magical happened that night – the feeling that rose up in our group, uniting us as one in Christ. The song ‘O Praise Him’ was playing. All at once, without any planning, my team broke into song. We could have prayed longer, but singing was the only way to express the feelings that spilled over within us.
And so, I sang. For the first few moments, I felt a tinge of awkwardness – singing worship alone in a cabin without my guitar. That quickly faded. As I sang, the worship songs I knew began to dissipate as my own melodies and phrases took over. The last words I sang were “Your plan is wonderful and pleasing and perfect.” During graduation, I went through a panic mode I know we all struggle with – what is God’s plan for me???? The truth is, I don’t know. But I do know that His plan is wonderful and pleasing and perfect, and that is good enough for me.
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The neatest part of life is not knowing. It is at this time that we rely only on God and then the direction fills our soul. I just love it when a problem comes to me and I do not know the answer.
I will give you my first journal book and you will see how simple it is. The messages that I receive were kindergarden(sp)style. God talked to me as if I were a child. You see, we are HIS Children. I finally graduated to a more complex mentallity. BUT, even then with a primary focus. God seems to talk to me straight without a lot of flowery words.
Quiet time is necessary, but sometimes even diturbances are for a purpose. When I know that I am LIVING in HIM, and I am certain that HE is IN me, I take what comes as HIS perfect WILL for me. He has always blessed Me at these times and filled me with HIS LOVE.
You are SPECIAL and I love you.
Grandma B.