Yesterday was a bit rough. I don't want to get into details, but things are a bit rocky for us Nomads. Don't be worried, nothing serious. Just neighborhood growing pains, which are never fatal. Only painful.
Anywho, this morning I headed out for a run with a very heavy heart. Running in WA is therapy for me. It was just what I needed when I laced up the sneakers this morning. The air was clear, the trees a beautiful green, I was surrounded by God's creation. The General was so kind to share his iPod, so I hit the shuffle button and headed out. As I was running, God spoke to me through the music.
Need to Breathe's Washed By The Water (Live) spoke to me loud and clear. "Even when the rain comes, even when the flood starts rising, even when the storm comes, I am washed by the waters." Yes, the waters of my Baptism carry me through life's troubles.
This was followed by The David Crowder Band's How He Loves . Dealing with issues may really stink, but through it all God loves me. Then Third Day and Toby Mac chimed in. Each with messages echoing that life may be hard, BUT, God is always going to be there for me. He's here, He loves me, and He uses times like this to mold me into something better. I need only trust in Him, and follow the beautiful example of His son, Jesus Christ.
I'm a little ashamed to say this prayerful handling of trouble is a bit new. Of course I've prayed a lot in the past (You don't raise 3 children without LOTS of prayers!), but generally I start with phone calls to my peeps. (Poor Jody Blue, she's my speed dial.) Being the talker I am, I need to process. So I chat, and chat, and chat my way through problems. This isn't a bad thing. It's just this time I'm finding such peace talking to God.
As the old parable of the man who built his house on the sand goes: Each man encounters a storm. It is just the man who builds his house on the rock who remains standing after the storm. Please say a prayer for me, that I would walk in Christ's shadow. I suspect I have a few breezy days in my future. No worries though, I'm under construction on a very sturdy rock.
God Bless,
Tami
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Oh, Tami, you get such unusual commentors!
ReplyDeleteI will pray for you and the neighborhood. I can safely say I understand neighborhood issues. Taking the whole thing to God is the best place to start. And knowing He loves the ugy neighbors just as much as He loves me is humbling.
But, sometimes I wish I could move out in the country like DandelionMom and not have to deal with any of them. LOL
A nice post, so sorry for the growing pains, but so encouraged and inspired. Reminds me of the old spiritual hymn "Balm in Gilead"...trust me that phone line runs both ways:)
ReplyDeleteIsn't it cool when God talks to you. For me, running is always the best time to clear my mind and listen.
ReplyDeleteI gardened for 2 hrs last night, just God, me and the garden in total silence. Ahhhhh! I needed that. We had once grumpy person and one tired person in our house. The phone is last place I go when I have troubles. Sometimes email....but rarely talking out loud. Since I learned to talk and listen to God, life goes a bit smoother. I am always reminded that "pain is inevitable, but suffering is optional"... by certain people in my life :)
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ReplyDeleteYes nothing comes from nothing, which is why I am chosing to fill my heart to the brim with the love of Jesus Christ. That I may be more and more like Him, less and less the selfish person I lapse into.
Mary,
I know. . .At least I have you to keep things a little sane. ;) Seriously though, I so appreciate your reminders of being a loving Christian. Such a help. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
Jody Blue,
No words can express the love of a sister.
Becky,
Yes, God is good.
Brenda,
Yes, when we tune into God life is so, so much better. Now if I could keep that in the front of my mind each and every day.
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ReplyDeleteFor some reason (probably child related), I didn't comment here when I first read this post, but I have kept you in my thoughts and prayers. Hope the breeziest of the days are over, my friend. : )
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