As I sat very distracted today from the pain…. from the burn of the rash of my flesh, I immediately new my heart needed quieting. I tried praying…praying by myself, praying with my Hubby, and I even asked a girlfriend to pray for me thru out the day, but I still needed to get something …something I just wasn’t picking up on to taste that quieting. Why was this upsetting me so much I wondered? This wasn’t new. I live in pain most days, why today was the tolerance at such limitation? I slowly began to realize, it was life…it was going on, moving quickly, changing, arranging, and being present when I just felt so absent. It was going on around me just as it did every single day and this situation was not going to prevent it from it’s routine and so I had to remind myself not to take it for granted, not to be disappointed by it, but to gain from it’s training….I needed to remember this circumstance was a wonderful time of commune with my God. Then I prayed again...this time... TRULY praying to my God, really feeling our sole communication,the bond that came from only He and I experiencing what I was going thru this very day...only He and I...what a gift to have that intimate time with my Daddy. No one. nothing, none of it, could understand me in that moment accept for my God Father and that is okay in fact that is amazing, He is all powerful...whom else would you want to know you better than any other. Why not use this time to let Him fully and completely and lovingly quiet my heart thru His word and prayer. It seemed so elementary when placed in simplistic language form, but when you are distracted that often requires your digging down deep, & truly getting out of His way fully…. letting Him be your comfort. I get that this day. In all actuality I couldn't sustain if not for getting that this day…. I am so thankful He is holding me. The situation is still the same and life is still moving ever so presently, BUT... in this hour... I feel Hope,; I feel peace. I feel His strength and I choose to meditate on His working, not the weakness of my Flesh, but the POWER of my God…He is working and He is always working! So instead of envying those in THIS world, instead of just existing in THIS world, pretending in THIS world, by my God’s design, I choose to see past THIS World, past the pain …and draw nearer to the Father from it…I choose life. He is Able! Hang tough dear friends...He is able.
Psalm 77:
1 I cried out to God for help;
I cried out to God to hear me.
2 When I was in distress, I sought the Lord;
at night I stretched out untiring hands,
and I would not be comforted.
3 I remembered you, God, and I groaned;
I meditated, and my spirit grew faint.[b]
4 You kept my eyes from closing;
I was too troubled to speak.
5 I thought about the former days,
the years of long ago;
6 I remembered my songs in the night.
My heart meditated and my spirit asked:
7 “Will the Lord reject forever?
Will he never show his favor again?
8 Has his unfailing love vanished forever?
Has his promise failed for all time?
9 Has God forgotten to be merciful?
Has he in anger withheld his compassion?”
10 Then I thought, “To this I will appeal:
the years when the Most High stretched out his right hand.
11 I will remember the deeds of the LORD;
yes, I will remember your miracles of long ago.
12 I will consider all your works
and meditate on all your mighty deeds.”
13 Your ways, God, are holy.
What god is as great as our God?
14 You are the God who performs miracles;
you display your power among the peoples.
15 With your mighty arm you redeemed your people,
the descendants of Jacob and Joseph.
16 The waters saw you, God,
the waters saw you and writhed;
the very depths were convulsed.
17 The clouds poured down water,
the heavens resounded with thunder;
your arrows flashed back and forth.
18 Your thunder was heard in the whirlwind,
your lightning lit up the world;
the earth trembled and quaked.
19 Your path led through the sea,
your way through the mighty waters,
though your footprints were not seen.
20 You led your people like a flock
by the hand of Moses and Aaron.
