Lord, thank you for all you have done, are doing and will surely do. The past few weeks, you have done so many wonderful things I have yet to write down. I loved how it all began with #clays4trey and facing the demons I know in Clarksville. You gave us the DOUBLE BLESSING to share with the Petersons. Almost three weeks later, Angie is now planning to attend the event with me. Thank you for her invitation acceptance.
The lovely yet super-stormy dinner with Joyce and the “DOUBLE DUTCH” buffet plate last Tuesday must be mentioned. Joyce prayed over our meal and specifically for our homes to be protected in those storms. The next day, she showed me destruction all around their home. We enjoyed a rare mid-day phone call whereby we were joyful children praising you, together. It was downright giddiness with us on the phone. Friday, you gave me the JD GREEAR sermon on the radio to share with Mark about Underdogs, NC Wolfpack 1983 Basketball and Gideon. You reminded me that simple act of sharing brought forth the blessing of hearing Mark’s love for Gideon, again. Saturday, I was beyond giddiness with the pregnancy news shared by Eric and Sophie. I will write the story out in the future, but “One egg for a dozen” will remind me. Father God, thank you for all of it and for all I am failing to mention thus far.
Lord, please forgive me for being so “in my head” that I have allowed it to cause me to struggle with writing down testimony to glorify YOU. I have not felt my words were worthy enough or clear enough. The enemy is such a powerful liar. Please keep reminding me PRAISE IS A WEAPON. Heartfelt praise is what started my healing. Lord, please help me turn up the spiritual volume to praise even more boldly. Please remind me how great it feels to exalt your name with others, daily! Praise is always a huge part of the answer. Thank you for bringing me to this keyboard on Memorial Day. I love how you give me strong imagery and dates to really sink a lesson into my spirit. To the world, this day is about American soldiers who died in service of their country. In this moment, I see my savior on a cross. I see Jesus’ bleeding out for every man or woman, whether they died in service of their country or not. The thought does not translate to words very clearly, but for every war monument, I see Jesus in front of every soldier. The spiritual battle has been real.
Father God, thank you for pressing my heart so clearly to share the images and how you moved me from the couch to this keyboard in this moment. Simply put, we agreed to open for five hours today and close early at three. We have been open for several hours and there has not been a single customer. I am not disappointed we have not earned a dollar. I trust you will take care of us. I have thoroughly enjoyed just talking to you and pondering why you put me back in Hosea 13 this morning. It is just you and I hanging out in the shop and it is beyond lovely. It reminds me of how, just like with Gideon, you will remove what is not necessary. The entire world has been pulled away from me. Blake and Jess are at the house. Mark is at the Boro Shop. I am beyond grateful to be separated away from the world with you.
In the midst of the deepest gratitude, I was sitting on the couch and could not help but shake my head and smile. I giggled out loud thinking of the “Pretend Shingles Commercial” Mark and I laughed about over coffee. Lord, I have prayed to understand several things and you know EXACTLY which prayer you answered by giving me that “fake commercial’ to share with Mark. Thank you for blessing our marriage with humor and laughter. Thank you for revealing that deeper truth to me today of how prayers get answered. It would be difficult to forget the group of friends at the beautiful brunch at Todd & Danae’s yesterday to go see the new Mission Impossible movie. It would literally be impossible for me to forget the image of a Shingles commercial filmed in the setting of their home. Perhaps now I will learn that my husband can sit at a table and genuinely not hear extended conversation on a topic and not take it personally. Oh, Lord, please press this on my heart with every stinking pharmaceutical commercial we watch. Constantly remind me with this “shingles giggle” of all you have on my spirit in this moment.
Thank you, Lord, for returning me to obedience of this variety today. It is beyond words. It has always been more than enough to know I am being obedient. Of course, it is perfect for you to remind me on this man-made holiday WHY obedience is better than sacrifice. Part of that means including the document which opened for me in MS Word began with this sentence:
“I trust you all know that if Yah puts something on your heart to do and you do not do it, it is a sin. (James 1:22,4:17)”
Again, you make me giggle. I see so many different aspects of your Divine Humor. This post is not perfectly written, and it may not make sense to any other person. It makes perfect sense to you, Lord. This release I feel as I close my praises and limited petitions is palpable. Lord, I ask in the sweet name of Jesus for you to keep me close and grant me your wisdom. Thanks, Daddy. I love you. Amen.


