It's just one of those days. Not bad, just blah. I'm not sad, just whiny.
I feel like I'm in that place between today and tomorrow — that really doesn't make sense does it?
It's that place between right now and the beginning of something new.
I'm praying through some things these days.
It's the quiet before the excitement.
It's a vanilla place. Plain. I'm a chocolate kind of girl — chocolate with some fudge poured over the top kind of girl.
I'm wondering where God is leading me. Will the speaking ministry increase? Will the book find a new home? Will Luke and Laura ever get married…… wait, that was a serious flashback to my youth.
I'm just in that place of wondering.
It's a place of reflecting.
A place of considering.
It's a place of loneliness.
It's a place of quiet in my noisy life.
These places are not in my character. I love the noise of life. I'm the ‘let's have fun' girl. The feather boa wearing and double fudge chocolate ice cream with whip cream and sprinkles on top eating kind of girl. On top of all that I'm not a girl . Not that I'm a boy or a man. Geez, how did I find myself here. I'm just not technically a girl when you consider age. Woman more aptly describes me these days. (but that's a post for another day).
I'm standing right here and I'll wait on the Lord to move or move me. Reminds me of the Shane and Shane song BEG — LOVE That song.
“I’m haunted by my God
Who has the right to ask me
What by the nature of my rebellion
I cannot give.
So I beg for you to move
I beg for you to move
I beg for you to break through”
Some serious good stuff in those lyrics!
So, I stand in this place of waiting — this place of anticipation. I know God's timing is perfect and I'm holding to that. I'll stand in this place and on His promise. I will walk the path He's laid before me and I'll pray for His revelation. I will listen for His voice.
I'll approach His throne and ask in His name.
I will honor the Lord because I am the BELOVED of the Great I AM!
He only is my rock and my salvation; He ismy defense; I shall not be moved. Ps 62:6
I just had a flashback to my freshman year at college…the dorm “common area” with 500 girls crammed around a 20″ TV watching the wedding of the year…Luke and Laura…the stuff dreams are, er…were…made of! :o)
It’s funny, this in-between place, isn’t it? I’m wondering what my move might mean for me in terms of “next steps”. I’m calling you next week. I’ll finally be home for a couple of days and I need me some Mary. Kind of like chocolate.
I love vanilla. In both senses. I am a be still and think kind of girl; oh that I could find some quiet! May your chocolate come quickly.
I understand :-).
Agape~
Cathy
Mary, you are amazing at expressing what so many of us feel! You truly have the gift of chocolate! So many of us try to make our own chocolate, but it never quite tastes as good as when we wait on the master’s hand deliver it to us! You are so precious to me! Love ya bunches!