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Hey! I'm so glad you stopped by. I'm Lyn- wife, mother, writer, speaker, and yes- a former beauty queen. But don't let the title fool you, I'm just a country girl saved by a Grace I don't fully understand. I write about the journey with that amazing Grace here and I'd be delighted for you to join me.
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Tag Archives: Prayer
One Small Regret ~
We take the elevator down to the 2nd floor in the wee hours of the morning to look for a lost prayer journal. The one provided for each attendee at the Allume conference.
We search the table and it’s not there.
The journals were in a room set aside for prayer during the conference. We could go in at any time and write in someone’s journal or pray in the quiet. I went in once and wrote a few lines, but I was in a hurry. Rushing to get a good seat at the next class.
I don’t know if my friend found her journal. But as I drove home from the conference, thoughts of searching for it made me realize that we all ache for a personal word. A connection. We want to matter to someone.
I should have spent more time in the prayer room.
Instead of chasing blessings at break-neck speed, I should have spent more time being one.
Let love be genuine. Abhor what is evil; hold fast to what is good. Love one another with brotherly affection. Outdo one another in showing honor. Do not be slothful in zeal, be fervent in spirit, serve the Lord. Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer. Contribute to the needs of the saints and seek to show hospitality.
Romans 12: 9-13 ESV
So many women touched my heart at Allume. I’m not sure I told them.
How strange it is that I pray for God to use me and I don’t see the opportunities right in front of me. I pray for God to send me, and I am already there!
I don’t want to miss it anymore. I want to be fully engaged right where I am. Wherever that is.
The mission is in the moment. This moment.
Be. All. There.
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The Memory Keeper ~
I found these the other day.
They were buried beneath books and paper in an old basket. I haven’t seen them in a few years. But I needed to see them now. In this season.
When all the nation had finished passing over the Jordan, the LORD said to Joshua, “Take twelve men from the people, from each tribe a man, and command them, saying, ‘Take twelve stones from here out of the midst of the Jordan, from the very place where the priests’ feet stood firmly, and bring them over with you and lay them down in the place where you lodge tonight.’ Then Joshua called the twelve men from the people of Israel, whom he had appointed, a man from each tribe. And Joshua said to them, “Pass before the ark of the LORD your God into the midst of the Jordan, and take up each of you a stone upon his shoulder, according to the number of the tribes of the people of Israel, that this may be a sign among you”…The people came up out of the Jordan on the tenth day of the first month, and they encamped at Gilgal on the east border of Jericho. And those twelve stones, which they took out of the Jordan, Joshua set up at Gilgal. And he said to the people of Israel, “When your children ask their fathers in times to come, ‘What do these stones mean?’ then you shall let your children know, ‘Israel passed over this Jordan on dry ground.’ For the LORD your God dried up the waters of the Jordan for you until you passed over, as the LORD your God did to the Red Sea, which He dried up for us until we passed over, so that all the peoples of the earth may know that the hand of the LORD is mighty, that you may fear the LORD your God forever.”
Joshua 4:1-6,19-24
The verb used in verse 24 is “yada” which is “to know from experience“. Israel experienced God. Profoundly. Miraculously. Repetitively. Relationally. And God wanted the next generation to “yada” Him in the same way. These stones represented God’s faithfulness to Israel and served as a physical reminder to the generations to come.
These prayer journals are my memorial stones.
They record my travels with God. Out of Egypts. Into deserts. Across Jordans. And atop Sinais.
We’re still traveling, He and I. But I have these to remind me of where we’ve been. Of the miracles. Of God’s faithfulness to His word. And when my children ask me, “what do these stones mean?”….
I will let them know.
Linking up with Sandy. Won’t you join us?
A Blessing for the Weekend ~
They shall spring up among the grass like willows by flowing streams. This one will say, ‘I am the LORD’s', another will call on the name of Jacob, and another will write on his hand,’The LORD’s', and name himself by the name of Israel. Thus says the LORD, the King of Israel and His Redeemer, the LORD of hosts: I am the first and the last; besides Me there is no god.
Isaiah 44:4-6
Praising Him in community with Sandy and Deidra. Won’t you join us!
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Tagged Bible, Bible verse, Devotions, Encouragement, Family, Prayer, Scripture, Still Saturday, The Sunday Community
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An Evening Blessing ~
Savior, breathe an evening blessing, ere repose our spirits seal; sin and want we come confessing; Thou canst save, and Thou canst heal.
Though destruction walk around us, though the arrows past us fly,
Angel guards from Thee surround us; we are safe, if Thou art nigh.
Though the night be dark and dreary, darkness cannot hide from Thee;
Thou art He who, never weary, watches where Thy people be.
Blessed Spirit, brooding o’er us, chase the darkness of our night,
Till the perfect day before us breaks in everlasting light.
~James Edmeston
Linking with Sandra today …
Holding on ~
Every minute of the last couple of weeks has been packed with activity.{Hence, my absence from here lately.} In between moving my mother-in-law to a smaller place and working at our dry cleaning business, Todd and I have tried to tame the jungle that is our backyard. We are sore from all the lifting, pulling and hauling.
My sweet mother-in-law has put on a brave face as she divvies up a lifetime of cherished objects. As we pack things into boxes, she tells stories about each picture and plate as if introducing us for the first time. She wants to pass on the history so that we will love these things too.
It’s hard…this business of letting go.
Todd and I took a day off from moving boxes and tackled the backyard the other day. All around the cotoneaster, lilies and wisteria are rogue weeds, mock strawberries and fake grapevines. The weeds have dug in, wound around and have no intentions of leaving. Even nature yearns to hold on to something.
Why do we all cling so? The Psalmist laments the same issue…
My soul clings to the dust; give me life according to Your word!
Psalm 119:25
As I look at all these tangled weeds, God reminds me of my own tendency to cling. I am certainly attached to all the obvious things, namely, my loved ones. But there is much more. I cling to having my own way, my pride, my opinions, my…my…my. I also cling to what I can taste, touch, see and smell. Something tangible. And it’s not until God mercifully removes it from my hand that I realize that it is dust. In His grace, He takes what is false and fleeting and gives what ultimately satisfies ~ Himself.
You have made us for Yourself, O Lord,and our heart is restless until it rests in You.
~ St.Augustine
O Lord, this world is too much with me. When I cannot feel Your Presence, remind me that You are there. When I cannot see Your divine hand in my life, open my eyes to Your wonder. O Anchor of my soul, when I feel like I’m slipping and I can’t find anything to hold on to, bind me to Yourself! When my thoughts turn dark and hopeless, write Your Word on the inside of my mind and all over my heart. Father, I beseech You to be more real to me than all my circumstances ~ good and bad. Give me a heart to cling only to You. In Jesus’ name. Amen.
