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The Promise

As I scroll down my social media feed and check my email I’m overwhelmed by offers to join this and sign up for that. Good things. Yes classes, conferences, trainings that I might enjoy and benefit from. But I wonder….

Pushing away from my laptop I reach for my Bible, my trusted Companion, for many years now and begin to read.

I will instruct you and teach you in the way that you should go. I will guide you with my eyes.. Psalm 32: 8

I stopped and read it again.

Clearly God has promised to show me the way I should go and how I should live.

But day after day I am faced with more ideas than my little brain can hold.

Confusion sets in.

Paralysis grows.

Sometimes I simply choose nothing

or other times I choose what seems to make the most sense at the time.

But He has promised to teach me.

Those words echo in my head as I go about my day.

Teach me. Teach me. Teach me.

How I long just to be shown what to do and which way to go.

What to sign up for and what to ignore.

God has promised.

It seems that the distractions of this world and the constant changing confusion

make it so difficult to make Godly decisions.

But that’s what I want.

I hunger to follow Him and to be guided in His Way.

I know that I do

but again and again the fast paced, social media driven world places more options out there than I can filter.

What do I do?

Where do I turn?

Pushing away from the distraction and looking up to the One Who guides me with His eye

I quietly commit to prayerfully saying no to instant decisions and compelling options.

To slow down the process.

 I determine to prayerfully follow the leading of the One Who knows just what I need and where He wants me to be.

It will be an ongoing decision that I might easily waver from

but this time I write out the verse on a slip of paper and hang it on the wall by my computer.

More of Him, less of me.

 More of His instruction, less of my distractions.

I feel more free already.

Yes, it’s going to be a good day.

 

 

Choices Choices and More Choices

My eyes stared at all the blueberry muffins, apple muffins, chocolate chip muffins,

delicious looking scones, almond biscotti and so much more.

How could I possibly choose?

Seconds turned to minutes as I stood there.

If there had been only two or three options my choice would have been easier,

But here, faced with what seemed like a zillion choices, a sense of paralysis crept over me,

I knew each choice would be tasty

but I wanted the best, the tastiest. Perfect.

One choice.

So I stood and pondered.

Back and forth.

Life is filled with choices. Many not as simple as what breakfast item to choose.

Do I attend college? Can I afford college?

What job do I take?

Where do I live?

Do I marry? Have children? Adopt? Biological?

How do I spend my time today.

And on and on and on.

Our choices reveal who we really are.

How do I deal with the changes of Covid 19?

What is my attitude?

It all goes back to choice, doesn’t it?

When you think about it I realize that

attitude is a choice. Happiness is a choice. Perspective is a choice.

Kindness is a choice. Respect is a choice.

And whatever our choice is…..makes us.

No, life is much more complicated than a simple breakfast choice that has little consequence

but we can learn much about the power of choice in our lives.

Our choices say much about us.

Our choices impact others.

“Choose you this day who you will serve.” Joshua 24:15

Remember that call to action by Joshua of old.

And simply to not choose is still a choice.

A choice to put faith in God and to live for Him powerfully impacts the rest of our life.

Choose carefully.

Yes, I finally chose a blueberry muffin that day and was very pleased with my choice.

I’ve also chosen to follow the Lord with all of my life and that choice is the foundation

of everything for me.

How about you?

Faced with an endless assortment of choices

what have you chosen?

Choose wisely.

Choose carefully.

Choose today.

 

In The Waiting Room

It’s been one of those times lately

when I’m aware that I’m on hold in the waiting room of life.

I’ve prayed and prayed and prayed

and there seems to be no answer.

Day after day. Night after night. No seeming change.

“God is faithful,” I say again. And down deep in my heart I know that it is true.

But this narrow waiting room is tough.

It traps me.

I can’t go forward – can’t make a decision-

until I know.

Alone I remind myself of the truth –

God’s silence is how it feels, it is not how it is.

No, He is here. He is with me and He knows.

But I struggle humanly wanting to cut short the process and fast forward life.

When stuck in the desert I must remember the Truth.

He is here.  He is with me. He is with you. Always.

Years ago I struggled with a decision

One that would change the rest of my life.

I longed for God’s Will.

I hungered for Him to just tell me.

But day after day there was only silence

and night after night the same.

As frequently happens on planet earth

Time was running out.

I needed to make a decision.

Would I adopt a second child

or would I continue on to get my PhD in Family Studies?

It was easier to just go ahead with the academic work.

I had already been accepted into the doctoral program.

But

there was this nagging uncertainty and lack of peace.

A little girl needed me.  I thought I sensed that crazy thought.

I know it was ridiculous.

Why look at my age –  and I had long since given away all my little baby girl things.

But the noise within me and without grew with the passing of time.

God, where are you? I cried.

Quite suddenly I decided to get away for a few days –

to get away from work and daily responsibilities and all the normal routines.

I took my young daughter out of school

and started driving to the beach.

Mile after mile I drove all the way pondering the life changing choice before me.

Day after day I walked the beach in the early morning hours.

Day after day.

One step on the sand at a time.

Listening. Asking but mostly being still. Sea air blowing my hair moments.

I saw no visions,

heard no voices,

no fireworks or writing in the sky.

Simply peace.

And that growing desire to do what He wanted me to do.

Yes, Lord, I cried out into the silence while the tears trickled down my face.

Yes, Lord. I say yes.

With that it was as if everything was set into motion.

Another adoption was begun

that eventually ended in my going back to Russia.

I walked out of the waiting room and into the wild, crazy ride of an international adoption.

I faced challenges and was stretched in many ways

But I knew that He with me.

During those early morning walks on the beach I had sensed His Peace,

and that stayed with me

reminding me that when He calls me to do something much bigger than I

He is with me. I do not need to be afraid.

Silence never means you are alone. That is how it feels.

But that same silence only says He is very present

and at the right time

He will reveal the next step

Are you in the waiting room right now?

Do you feel the pressure of needing to know?

Rest in Him. He satisfies the need of every trusting heart.

May our waiting room experiences be transformed into worship.

And with that we both can receive His peace.