So much wonderful happened today. Thank you, Jesus.
Category: obedience
Moosh Pot Monday
Wowza. I will come back with a memory snap for all that has been done on August 4 in years prior. I guess I can’t be surprised anymore when scripture I deep dive one day shows up the next day in memories from seven years ago. Happy tears greeted my day and it was beautiful to share them, in detail, with my husband.
The biggest message screaming off the page was about “muzzling” and how Jesus did not defend himself at Calvary.
Big Daddy Weave played on the car through my iTunes and I will need to watch some of those videos to figure out what it is I am to write down. It’s super cool to me how Jesus uses music to “dance with me”.
For now, I am being nudged to ensure this prayer gets posted before 10:30 in the morning. Hard nudge. Powerful nudge.
I can not recall the last day I was compelled to post something in My God Room so quickly upon opening the shop. I think it was the day my helper asked me to jot down “every nudge” and give every customer a nickname. That could have began a year ago or six months ago. Time is warped and so many messages repeat themselves like a melodic chorus. A
Apparently …I see what YOU did there, Father God.
This green top was 12.99- 13 bucks. I knew it was the most cost-efficient way to give these “pear” britches a good switch up when we go on our cruise on two weeks.
Mark took all the tags off my new bras and such last night. “”APPEAR ”not “A-PEAR” is in inside joke no one else may ever understand. That’s ok. Most of what’s written here is just me sharing Godversation of various varieties. My journal, in many ways, dedicated to Jesus. It is all testimony to His Goodness.
It humbled me to ask my husband, AGAIN, to take the “missed tag” off for me. Granted, he offered and did it with joy last night. He loves taking good care of me. Without my glasses on, I have no business dealing with scissors. 🤣. The tag name was a second inside joke and I asked him to leave the tag on the counter. In fact, I posted it on FB around July 5, because it was in relation to “C&C Music Factory”.
Oddly nudged to changed my cross today. It is difficult for even Mark to put it on me. I don’t know how He works such details with my hands, but I had no issue being obedient to that call
3 am on the 15th counts
I can keep adding and editing today. The new easy peasy just do what you can vibe is necessary.
Sweetened and condensed milk. 😂😂😂
Can’t stop without including my Chrissie
July 13.
The day the earth has stood still because of a scream from the depths of a very dark place. I need to sit with it and just let it dissipate. Memoriesnfeom 14 years ago are making me smile and ponder the sacredness of tears.
And it all started with Matthew 18. 💜✝️💜
Burdens Lifted @Trader Joe’s
More to write later when I figure out the path forward.
For now, a few images to remember the awesomeness which is Trader Joe’s and the wonderful souls who poured such love into me.
No time to write about heart breaking stuff when there is so much more uplifting stuff Thank you, very much, Jesus.
Amazing day began with Jesus giving me an easy way to relieve burdens for both myself and those who may or may not enjoy the stories on my heart. How about “they” can always assume X- and never Y- unless I specify. Even with my husband, he doesn’t need to hear the fifty God stories. He’s excited, to be clear. However,too many details and too much talking is just too much.
It seems to be working. Please Lord, keep guiding us. Right now, it’s up the stairs with ice I go. Thank you, Father God. For all of it. I love you.
Bounty
Obedience isn’t pretty. Lots of visits and phone calls
Especially grateful to ATL Jeremy (Rivas), Mela & Bailey, Jason and Jenn for sharing my “GLASS-BOO BOO” simplicity.
Gods Clock
You might want to check it
Truth and action
Elysian closes at 7. God wanted my hands cleaned after a very hard day. Praise God. Thank you, Jesus.
Fourth of July Freedom
Listen. Linger Love. Check, Check, Check! ✅
I thought I would sleep quite late today. I was wrong. When the spirit guided me to the bathroom in the wee hours, I was guided to my memories on this day.
Becoming more intentional at reviewing something as simple as Facebook Memories has proven to be a blessing. I get to see all the “Jesus posts” of the past and praise God for all the ways He intentionally decided to grow me. I see old friends and recall those lessons and laughter, as well.
Floodgates. Again. Rushing waters representing the power of every genuine tear shed for loving Jesus and others as I do. It felt like I was being shown my “useless tears” fit in a shot glass. Shot glasses and streams are be beyond beautiful .
Everything you do in my life is beautiful, Jesus. Thank you! #ISWYDT
Anywho, one of the old memories is tied to one of my husband’s friends, Jared. Mark met him just prior to High School, To be clear, I have never met Jared. Still, he left a comment THIRTEEN YEARS ago on a music post about Collective Soul’s song called SHINE.
His old comment spurred the Spirit into action. Jesus has been carving out a sacred Fifth Quadrant in my Heart for the past three years. It’s a lesson and spiritual marker to remember where His Spur hits,
I feel that “giddy up” differently now. I can’t even type “giddy up” without remembering all God did throughout 2023 and Italy with horses!
He has ever-so-fervently told me, “I AM a Jesus Cheerleader and He is Mine”. Given that spirit and conviction, obedience required me to send a voice mail to 100 people. The voice mail message I was directed to share confused almost everyone. Regardless, it was a really interesting lesson on many levels.
The voice mail did not confuse My Roxann. In fact, she said in a responding voice mail that she sensed the message may have been for her. Her last name should begin with Summer and not Winter, as she is a ray of pure Sonshine.
Thank you, Jesus 💜✝️💜
Keeping it simple because the beauty and power felt on this day could never be put into words. It will always be best to remember the excitement in her voice message and to picture me chatting with my sister in Christ in our Master Bedroom.
We got downright GIDDY TOGETHER. The closest parallel is how it felt to get phone time back in the 1980’s. I literally felt like a thirteen year old talking to my bestie in the 7th.
This post is more than enough to bring the day back to remember His Hand on all of it. Right down to her pastor’s tragic circumstances and the beautiful way they honor “dollar” multiplication, Gods Way. God bless Andy, too. 💜✝️💜
Roxann and I met in Montepulciano nearly two years ago and have been Facebook Friends ever since. Miss RoxAnn is decades older than myself and yet we felt the same age on the phone. Oh, how I adore her precious heart!
We were both His Kiddos on the phone and it was glorious, indeed!!!
It’s rather perfect He sent me the absolutely most firecracker worthy Godversation possible on the Fourth of July. Only God. Only the Master of the Universe.
Oh, Sweet Jesus, how could I ever praise you enough?
Sweet Sunday
Thank you, Father God. Thank you for waking me before the sun with your Son. I love you.
The lesson we listened to blew both of us away this morning. my handwritten notes are extensive and quite frankly, too much to expand upon at this moment.
Iris Global Green Room is calling me. Excited to answer!
The extended pantry/lab was completely organized and I weeded the front flower beds after we delivered the triple dresser to the shop. I snapped a pic of the devotional and had to say, “I see what you did there”!
The last scripture is the scripture put on my heart yesterday. I love how Jesus leads me, step by step.
I cooked, cleaned and even cleaned out and sanitized three aerogardens. It was simply a beautifully productive (yet relaxing for me) day.
Weeding the beds with Jesus is not work. Praise God, the ugliness of my argument with my son was resolved. He now understands he is interrupting “my spiritual set”, and understands how much it would unsettle him if I interrupted his gym set “flow”.
Lord, please do demonstrate your hand on my life to my son. Help him to have eyes to see and ears to hear. Help is such a good young man and I know how much he must surely miss Jesus.
Loved this version of Megan Woods singing The Truth.
Grateful to get the nudge to leave the shop until tomorrow and just enjoy getting out home back to proper order.
My God Room 