This summer has been spanking my "regular" schedule. Really, in summer time, with 3 kids at home, there is no "regular." But the last 2 weeks have been particular out of the norm, as we've been on vacation and extremely busy when home. I didn't even lead our URPrays meeting last Wednesday - SHOCKER!
(Moseka Medlock, my lead prayer partner in the Upper Room did a fantastic job. Too bad she doesn't follow this blog, I'll have to tell her later about how I'm going to take advantage of her love for Wednesday night prayer more often in the coming year. ;))
My last post described a Wednesday night where the Lord gave me more freedom. These last 2 weeks have been a lesson in walking that out. Before, if my regular devotion routine was different, I would struggle against guilt. Now I know the guilt is gone. I got the time in the last 2 weeks to do "living prayer," where I prayed wherever I was. It was a really neat experience because it confirmed what was spoken over and into me that night.
I hear from the Lord. I know Him. He knows me. He is always with me. I am never disconnected from His Spirit because His Spirit is on the inside. I am valuable to Him and to His people, wherever I am.
Experiencing God not something I have to earn because I got up early and sat down to be quiet. He is always available. I knew this, but because I was so wrapped in insecurity, doubt was fostered, so I have always struggled with mentally accepting it. I knew it in my heart but my head didn't believe it. So, by practicing centering on Him, wherever I was, talking (mostly silently...which has also been a stretch for me, to believe I'm praying with power when not speaking) about whatever was happening or on my mind.....The Lord and I got just that much closer.
On the beach playing with my family, He was with me.
Cooking meals and cleaning up, He was with me.
In the morning before I got out of bed, He was there.
At night when I was dead tired, He was there.
Anytime......He was, is and will always be there for me.
I read parts of Psalm 139 this morning, in which King David describes this whole concept. This is my version of it:
There is still much to pray for. Our world needs our prayers more than ever. God's people need hope and direction or they will continue to wander in the wilderness. I am called and you are called to roll up our sleeves and do our part.
But thankfully, He also calls off to far-away places, for refreshing and restoration. I got that, praise God. I'm ready to work again.
(Moseka Medlock, my lead prayer partner in the Upper Room did a fantastic job. Too bad she doesn't follow this blog, I'll have to tell her later about how I'm going to take advantage of her love for Wednesday night prayer more often in the coming year. ;))
My last post described a Wednesday night where the Lord gave me more freedom. These last 2 weeks have been a lesson in walking that out. Before, if my regular devotion routine was different, I would struggle against guilt. Now I know the guilt is gone. I got the time in the last 2 weeks to do "living prayer," where I prayed wherever I was. It was a really neat experience because it confirmed what was spoken over and into me that night.
I hear from the Lord. I know Him. He knows me. He is always with me. I am never disconnected from His Spirit because His Spirit is on the inside. I am valuable to Him and to His people, wherever I am.
Experiencing God not something I have to earn because I got up early and sat down to be quiet. He is always available. I knew this, but because I was so wrapped in insecurity, doubt was fostered, so I have always struggled with mentally accepting it. I knew it in my heart but my head didn't believe it. So, by practicing centering on Him, wherever I was, talking (mostly silently...which has also been a stretch for me, to believe I'm praying with power when not speaking) about whatever was happening or on my mind.....The Lord and I got just that much closer.
On the beach playing with my family, He was with me.
Cooking meals and cleaning up, He was with me.
In the morning before I got out of bed, He was there.
At night when I was dead tired, He was there.
Anytime......He was, is and will always be there for me.
You have searched me. You know me. You see me wherever I am, in whatever I'm doing. You know what I am going to say before I say it. He protect and keep me, holding me, making me safe and secure in Your care and compassion.Things got back to semi-regular status this weekend and I am grateful for it. I'm grateful for the time away because there is just nothing quite like coming home - to our home and our church home. I'm continually grateful and finding that is the key to unlocking the Presence to flood my heart and mind again.
I seek You again, so You can sort-through me, soaking into me, renewing me. Anything that offends You, remove from my heart, mind, soul and life. Let me continue to walk the love-lighted path, being made more fully alive in You. Renew the best of You in me.
There is still much to pray for. Our world needs our prayers more than ever. God's people need hope and direction or they will continue to wander in the wilderness. I am called and you are called to roll up our sleeves and do our part.
But thankfully, He also calls off to far-away places, for refreshing and restoration. I got that, praise God. I'm ready to work again.
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