A Time to Speak

Have you ever felt like you were in the desert and suddenly you saw the ocean? Were you on the back burner and began to bubble over? Perhaps a rock being pulled ever tighter in a slingshot, just ready to be shot forth in full force describes your situation.
If you relate to these examples, this word is for you. There was a time to keep silent, but now is the time to speak. Thank God that He has prepared you and say what He impaarts. Your heart will be thumping and you will know. Child of God, your word will be full of power and truth. Nancy

The NOW moment

Once when I was at a Christian camp, I was listening to my favorite speaker. When he was done, he wanted to pray for us. I knew that would take a lot of time and I had prepared the activity following the sermon. There wouldn't be time for both. I had put a lot of time into that activity. I was asked it it was O.K. to skip my lesson and go with the preacher. Oh, course, God was already speaking. Why go elsewhere?
Another instance: in my quiet time God was speaking to me in various ways, moving me around in the Word. I had several devotional type things to catch up on. The Lord spoke to my spirit, "what you are doing now is the most important thing. Don't worry about the rest." When God is in something, that is the important NOW moment. Get all you can out of it. Don't hurry on to the next thing.

Quiet Moments

I have been taking care of my son's cat lately. The first time I came, he was sighted but ran away and I couldn't find him. The next time, I called him - "Moooo." His name is Mr. Moo and he is a gorgeous Persian. He was under the bed. I scratched the rug by the edge of the bed and he came out. I was able to give him a couple of good hugs and pats. The next time the same thing happened. Yesterday, when I got there and called "Moooo," he came running down the hall. I patted him a lot and then took him on my lap. He just let me pet him for a long time. I don't have a pet and I love cats. I love taking care of them. As I petted, I could think. It is the kind of feeling I get when I weed the garden or go fishing. Time seems to float, as if that time frame was outside of the regular schedule of this and that. When I come again, will my fuzzy pal remember me? I hope he knows he has a friend.

On another note, I was praying for some serious stuff last night. There were tears in my eyes. I was going over my writings and scriptures that the Lord has given me to speak and proclaim. One was from the devotional, The Upper Room. It was torn in half and I had underlined one side for one specific issue. On impulse, as I was lifting my voice to God, I thought I'd read the other side where there were no underlinings. My eyes fell on the end where it said," God hears the cries of your heart." I looked up and smiled. "Really, Lord. you are something else." It was one of those times when I know that I know that I know that He exists and that he loves me and that He is in charge of all that concerns me. I am passionate about how this happens. I want others to know how very personal our loving Heavenly Father is. He gives us good things and He hears us when we pray. He gives us little quiet moments like with a pretty kitty and with a great big God. Love to all. Nancy

Another Month

This is my two month blog anniversary. I feel a lot more confident than I did two months ago. I have learned so much. This is a place where I can share my faith and encourage others. Here I can write fresh new things, not just on my blog, but on my comments. Each is a sort of mimi essay.
My knowledge of the internet is growing. I am learning to navigate a whole lot better.
Most of all, I meet wonderful people who are doing the same things - writing and reading - but they all have distinct stories to tell.
Each month expands like a flower. Hopefully there's a new computer in my next month. Personal issues are getting more exciting every day. Praise God! He is so faithful. Nancy

Family Ties

We had a wonderful Father's Day here. I knew my first son and his fiance were coming, but we were surprised that my husband's mom and dad from Az. and his younger brother could come. It was suggested that we show them the pictures of the baby, but we couldn't because my son, the baby's father, hadn't yet told them the baby was named after my father-in-law and the nane was on the pictures. So conversation turned to other things. Finally the call came from Colorado and both grandparents heard the news of the name and were thrilled. Then they saw the pictures and we all fell in love with the baby all over again. My husband got a nice toaster oven which he needed. He also got a handmade card from my lovely daughter who is very talented. We all had good fish and steak. And we talked about plans for my eldest's upcoming wedding.
In the evening, I saw internet pictures of my middle son's first Father's Day with Baby. I'm not likely to have a day quite so special in a long time. Nancy

In The Heavenlies

Scribed by Gracie Prior

Dearest One,
You are my sweet Beloved. I see your desire to change and I will honor it and answer your prayers.
Every so often, you get a glimpse of holy truth. It is not words but a flash of insight. These have been brief, I know. They have been so brief that you couldn't grasp them, but they filled you with wonder. I am going to increase these so that you will be able to hold them in your heart and live them. I will bring you up to the heavenlies with Me and there you will stay. You can be and are seated in heavenly places right now. I will help you to get your focus off yourself. I willl help you to be a truly joyflul, child-like child of God. As you seek Me, you will be who I created you to be. Eyes on Me. Follow Me. I"m smiling and beckening you on.

Love,

Your Abba

The Big Shoes

Fathers seem to get a bad rap these days and are nearly always portrayed as "the goofus" of the family. That's not the real story. Fathers have a definite role to play in the life of a child that no one else can fill.
There's a "Dad" kind of nurturing that's not as soft as Mom's. Dad is a teacher, a demonstrator, a role model, and a "liver of Life."
Dads are hearty. They clean the snow off the windshield in winter and bring the car around in inclement weather.
Dads smell good - of leather, wool, and Old Spice. They have scratchy whiskers that rub your face and great big smiles. Dads have warm hands, long arms, and listening ears.
Dads are dependable and show up at all the ball games - even the away ones and the ones that no one else wants to see.
Most Dads like to fish. You'll see them above quiet, sparkling waters, wearing their floppy old hat with the fish hooks still in it.
Dads raise their hands in church when no one's looking, and even when they are.
Dads like country music, oldies and silly songs.
As a surprise, Dad picks out a present, just for you - without Mom's help..
Dads aare so busy that they always need alarm clocks.
On summer days, you'll hear Dad out mowing, as the aroma of cut grass makes its way to you through the window, reminding you of summers that have passed.
Whose wallet is more worn out than Dad's? It is usually full of ONES and there's always trails of money going out to you.
Dad's junk drawer is a fun to explore; it is filled with tie tacks, handkerchiefs, coins, and old souvenirs like the "prized" bowling pin.
Dad's closet has lots of shirts handging in a row. How many red checked shirts can he possibly use? There are also a few dress shirts, way in the back.
Dads like trips to a lake or to a pool, and they become the greatest of turtles. They swim and dive as we hang on for dear life!
Some Dads bake homemade cookies and create special salads; some love barabequing and covr themselves with silly aprons, as they flip burgers into the air.
Dad is the chauffeur - always behind the wheel. He is a silent companion, that is, until he speaks a "word of wisdom" that only he can give.
They're tears, yes tears, at his daughter's wedding as he prepares to give her away. Dad is looking expecially handsome in his starched tuxedo. You ask yourself, ":Is that really MY Dad?"
Dads shy away from babies, "No, no! I don't want to hold the little guy?" And later, they carry the "precious bundle," here, there, and everywhere, proudly showing him off.
Society thinks it has little use for Fathers. Society is wrong. Fathers walk across the landscape of the family with strength and grace. They are firm and gentle, weary and wise.
They wear themselves out for those they love. If it seems that they get a "little" back, Dads just give more. They know that their gift is good. Time will show, through matured lives, that all their sacrifices were worth it.
Oh, Dad! Your shoes are mighty big to fill!! (Happy Father's Day to all the Dads out there! Nancy)