It’s been years since I got to fly south in the winter, but this year I get to go twice.
Blessings.
I spent two days in Orlando, Florida, soaking up the sun and reconnecting with my dear friend who was a bridesmaid at our wedding. She actually was instrumental in bringing my husband and me together.
We had a lot to talk about, her six kids, my five kids, our parents, life stuff. Two days of continuous conversation = HEALING.
Now I get to go south again, to my “medicine,” to Arizona and my cousin who always makes me laugh. Laughter and sunshine, a dose of happiness that should set me up for March (which is always bleak in Minnesota) and April (which is always a wild card here).
I found bargain-basement airfare, so I’m twice blessed.
Isn’t life as a believer fascinating?
It isn’t a bed of roses, a cake walk, or sunny paths, but it IS interesting. Full of grief and pain, mistakes and darkness, yet there is always a ray of light and hope in the bad.
I’ve been clinging to that ray. There is hope.
Are you watching the spiritual stuff that is going on these days? I am.
Since I am always skeptical I wait and watch. Are people testing the spirits? I would never grieve the Holy Spirit by denying His power, and I’d be careful to denounce anything that I don’t fully understand. I know that God works in mysterious ways, and I, as a dispensationalist, have an understanding of interpretation that may not fit the current scenario. I’m talking theology here.
Yet I watch.
God is doing amazing things in these last days. People are being called to Him, snatched from the fire, in these latter days.
Cults and movements will always be around—the proof of the pudding is in the eating. Those of us who cling to Christ alone, who know His Word, who wait patiently for His coming for decades —-we can watch and pray as we see things coming to a head.
Whom do you trust?
I trust my Father in heaven. Can I trust anyone else, really?
When trust has been broken more than a few times it becomes really hard to trust anyone. I admit that my circumstances have shaken my trust in God! Why, God?
Yet underlying this admission I know He is still at work, still my God, still powerful and able. He can turn my issues into a fragrance. He can turn my ugliness into stunning beauty. He is still the pinhole of light that brings shape to the objects of my life in the darkness.
I will still trust Him.
God is still working. He is patient. He loves us. GOD IS LOVE.
Remember this. It may get you through this day.
Sunshine is coming.
Jesus is coming.
MARANATHA