Here we meet again, Friends. Welcome to the water hole. Here we sit on the banks of His grace, rest for awhile, exchange a few gifts from our journey, before we head back out onto our journey. Each of us travels on a path laid out by the Lord who longs to lead us on our own unique path.We walk onward through this season toward one common destiny.
Well, how are you doing with your Writing to God? Please do not worry about whether you are ahead, behind or right on time, because wherever you are is exactly where you need to be! Take it one day at a time. Share from wherever you are, or are not! It's OK any which way. Just write from where you are and join right in! Don't mind the days, whether you started exactly on time. Is all that matters is that you are here now. Just. Write. Now. God will be blessed and more-so, you will be!
For me this journey is surprising. I love that I find myself able to read the scripture prompt and the writing shared and am able to write easily. I have found the prose Rachel shares blesses me immensely!
The scripture prompts focus my writing. The limited writing space (I have not allowed myself extra pages - I need to learn to restrain my words a bit and listen more readily!) also helps to still my rambling mind!
Feel free to write a post and share the link OR just informally share in the comments your thoughts, words and insights.
This past week I have sensed Him drawing me back to my journal. Our journal, I should say. A favorite meeting place is this book that holds my thoughts, dreams, burdens. Yet lately days go by and pages lay bare. I have busied myself and each day seems to come and go. The morning beckons early, night-time closes in, my eyes grow heavy before the pen meets Him in this particular quiet place.
He has whispered to me ever so gently, graciously and lovingly to slow down, take time to smell the roses. He is the Rose I long to smell.
The divine aroma of His presence is what I have been longing for in the busy moments that carry me through the day. He is there. I find myself grateful for the abiding.
Full are the days and each has enough trouble therein. Yet the beauty is the comfort of His presence. Always.
My share for this week: Day 8
Lord, this patience is hard.
I feel alone; parched-
thirsty for rain from Heaven.
Lord, establish my heart in this season.
Where husband and daughter seek water in other places
and I am left seeking your grace and face alone.
Where prayers prayed together seem void of your majesty, somewhat unworthy,
and thanksgivings by rote leave me longing for a kindred soul.
Lord, this patience is hard, when I long for that which is not.
I wait with hope in you- as you conform me, mold me in this waiting.
I trust the working of your hand,
though seemingly unseen, working behind the scenes to glorify your handiwork;
Yes, surprise me with strength and grace, you do...and rain from Heaven you give.
I lift my face to the sky.
See you next week.
May your journey this week lead you deeper.