Sitting…on the faux wicker loveseat on the back porch. 64 degrees and loving it!
[Prayer time] is both being and doing. I’m with God. I sense his presence. He is speaking into my life. But our relationship doesn’t float. I’m not hunting for an experience with God: I’m inviting God into my life experience. He is in me, and I am in him. As I bring to him my real lief with my real needs, he acts in amazing ways. He is at work touching my life, doing what I can’t do. The result? Thanksgiving. You don’t have to work at worship when God is so alive.
Learned helplessness lurks just beneath the surface of that prayer time. I simply can’t do life on my own. Without God’s intervention, I am completely helpless. I need Jesus.
Pondering…the quick passage of time and how 42 may sound old it really doesn’t feel all that old. Yet. I guess I will find out come Saturday…
Remaining…undecided regarding Bible study this fall. With that quick passage of time and all, it seems that fall snuck up on me in regard to Bible study. What will we study? When will we begin? These are questions I haven’t yet decided nor explored to any great extent. Any recommendations?
Fighting…weariness, despite all my posting on that topic. I think part of the reason I haven’t thought much about resuming the Bible study is because I’m tired. I was tired when we finished last May and despite our summer hiatus I’m still tired. I’m praying both for the Lord’s direction and His sustaining grace!
Lingering…here on the porch long enough. I must go clean up the kitchen, put on a load of laundry (always and forever), and face the day with all its demands and opportunities in the strength and joy of the Lord. Happy Wednesday, friends!