I’m weeping a bit today. It’s okay. I need to vent some periodically.
It was on Monday that Ed and I were headed to Arizona—but on his way to get spruced up for the trip, a haircut, he slipped and fell badly on the ice, fracturing his elbow.
When we were to be going through security we were sitting in the Emergency Room in Buffalo, Minnesota, an hour away from the airport.
The ER doctor first said that surgery was expected, but that was amended to “Wait, and let’s see.”
After the week of quiet rest at home I thought to myself that I could have flown myself to Arizona, but that never occurred to me during the process. It was an afterthought. I’m still too much a “mom” to my 24 year old. Oh well.
I miss my cousin in Arizona, and I had looked forward to the trip for years.
Thankfully I’ve been blessed to see her here in Minnesota several times in the midst of my crisis. She was my medicine. She was my stalwart support at my brother’s death, my husband’s death, my dad’s death. She was there for me. God gifted her to me many years ago.
I’m thankful.
I got vouchers from Sun Country, and for that I’m grateful. I can anticipate another trip when the planets align again.
For now we weathered a snow “event” and we are still not fully shoveled and plowed out. Maybe I’m weeping about that too.
My husband used to be practically manic getting us back to the norm after snow. He was legendary. Now we wait for temps to rise above freezing. Nature takes its course. Cherie helps, too, especially shoveling out Grandma next door.
Last night we saw “Jesus Revolution” and I’m a bit sad today, perhaps because of that. My niece’s song was the soundtrack during the part at the end where the “real” photos and facts about the story ran. “You got a Friend in Jesus”
The film was laced with Hollywood Illuminati stuff, but the story about Chuck Smith is worth telling. There are several men of God that emerged from this Jesus movement.
As someone who has been a Jesus Freak for decades I watch and see what God is doing worldwide—or what the enemy is doing.
Inevitably there will be true fruit from any flash in the pan movement. Asbury revival event included. Who am I to decry the work of the Spirit? Not doing it.
Though I see that trend as temporary and full of error I will not bash it.
God works in mysterious ways. If some can come to Gospel Truth through any means (and many have!) I will applaud it. I particularly think of Sadhu Sundar Singh, one of my favorite people of all time. I can’t wait to meet him in heaven.
Find stuff in the archives of libraries about him. It’s all been put in storage, but it’s worth calling up from the basement shelves. Fascinating stuff. God is great. He’s not bound by western culture, either.
There are always those of us tapping our pencils at doctrine and theology, waiting for those deeper arguments to surface, defining and honing faith.
My journey is between me and God, and I am not the judge of anyone else.
I prefer to retreat, pray, and watch the Holy Spirit open up the eyes of those who will truly see. The emotional bandwagon is something I’ve known and cherished.
It isn’t where it’s at, though.
The deeper faith is abiding. The deeper faith can know in the darkness of the pain of this world.
The deeper faith is sustaining and a treasure. No persecution, no death, no discouragement—–no pain can snatch it.
We are called to go and make disciples. We’re called to preach. I am a woman. I can do this, too, even if I cannot be a pastor.
Beautiful are the feet of them that bring good news.
I want beautiful feet.
MARANATHA!