Good Morning, Dear Ones,
How is the day shaping up for you? I'm actually writing this on Wednesday afternoon, but it won't post until Thursday morning. I wanted to give you some context. Otherwise, I'll sound like a lunatic, which I'm not afraid of doing, but I'll spare you on this occasion.
The next few hours on Pleasant Drive will be quite busy! Maddox and Hensley are coming over to spend the night. I'm so excited! For months, Maddox and I have been scheming about his sleepover. They have never stayed with us in this house, so it should be a lot of fun. I'm not sure what all of our activities will include, but hopefully I'll have pictures to share.
This week has been wonderful, so far. As the school year was nearing its end, I began to dream about my summer. The one thing that kept coming back to me is the fact that I want to be intentional with my free time. Certainly, I want to rest and recuperate from the events thus far in 2010. But, I also want to use my time well. I don't want to sit back in August and realize that I watched a lot of TV or spent a lot of time in front of the computer. So, hopefully, as the summer unfolds, great things will be happening.
My mind is just going in a thousand directions right now. Wally is whimpering and putting his heavy head on my arm as I type. It's always a toss up with him. This could be an indication of his vast love for me, or it could simply mean that nature is calling.
My hair is a frizzy, fuzzy mess and I need to go straighten it, once again. I'll tell ya, my vanity is getting the best of me, and I can't wait for this mop to grow out. Most days I look more like Tina Turner than my old self. I spent about thirty minutes this morning coaxing the curl out, but then I went and looked at some big fancy houses on the parade of homes, and I got drenched as I made my way back to the safety of my car. Actually, my truck. I drive Brian's truck now. Did I mention that before? I'm not the truck-driving type, and it was really a jab at my femininity for me to jump behind the wheel of this enormous beast. But, I swallowed my pride and did what was best for us - that is, for Brian to commute to work in the more gas efficient car. So, it's still his truck. I always say, "I drive Brian's truck." But, he lets me drive it :)
I just finished up the best hour with the Lord. One of my summertime aims is to spend an hour in Bible study and prayer each day. I don't think that we have to be "good Christians" by clocking our time with God. However, I know that you get to know people better by spending time with them. In this case, I want to know the Lord as well as I can, so I'm committed to spending time with Him.
I'm reading through the gospels, and I'm in the gospel of Mark. I don't think that it's any coincidence that the Lord put this reading plan on my heart. He shows me, on an almost daily basis, the importance of faith. Y'all, faith is what miracles are made of. Throughout the gospels, Jesus makes remarks, such as, "Your faith has healed you."
I don't even know where to begin talking about the correlation between faith and miracles, but I am signing on for a life of faith. That's not to say that God needs my faith to make miracles happen. That couldn't be farther from the truth. But, I believe that God is jealous, and this simply means that He desires gratitude from His children. He is all-powerful, regardless of whether or not I choose to acknowledge that. But, His desire is that I would proclaim His power.
It's just like getting an extravagant gift. In fact, I did get an extravagant gift today. Someone donated $15,000 toward my medical care. Can you believe that? I can. For months I've begged God to provide for us. And, He has used countless individuals to do that. It's incredible! Yet, I'm not surprised.
Okay, back to the analogy. Whether or not I acknowledge the giver of this gift, they still gave it. But, don't you think they would appreciate gratefulness from me? It's the same with God.
Reading through the miracles in the gospels has taught me that healing comes through faith. I don't view God as a short-order cook who heaps blessings to those who simply utter dead words. I think this is more of a heart issue. Does my heart truly believe that God is willing and able to heal me? This is where the miracle is found.
Sorry for rambling on and on. I just get so excited when I realize the power that is available through living a spirit-filled life in Christ. I realize that He has more than conquered the cancer that poses a threat to my life. And, I just rest in the fact that it's not my battle to fight. It belongs to the Lord. The combat is His and the victory is His. Praise God!
My challenge to you is to approach the Lord with faith that He has your best interest in mind when He authors your story and purposes your life. Pray and ask Him to increase your faith. This is where abundant life is found!
And, to leave you with a photo - this is my favorite plant that we planted this year. It's called Mandevilla or Brazilian Jasmine. We are training it to grow up the columns to our balcony. It just makes me happy when I see it!