I have to go to the bank to redeposit a deposit that wasn’t properly deposited the first time I deposited it.
The foster-love has an extended visit… her time with us is drawing to a close.
My battery in my car is dead.
I have a cold.
And I am up three pounds.
There is a zit on my nose.
OH! Also, the college-baby’s car was stolen and totaled this weekend. SO… I get to spend the afternoon at the Police Station, then the insurance office, and the impound, where the Nissan is being held for questioning.
Much to do. So much to fret… much. Help me believe.
I miss my man-baby, who is at Marine Bootcamp. I am flying to California for 6 days for the Mount Hermon Writer’s conference. And I am feeling every bit of every feeling associated with travel prep, angst, and dread.
Still… He is for me.
God is with me, I believe.
He is all about everything and that means… It is well.
I can wander about this Monday, drudging through the muck and mire and misery, and focus on those things that make a mockery of peaceable living.
Or, I can wander about this Monday, skipping through the tulips and irises that seem to be exploding everywhere. I can offer up my prayers of want, need, and mysticism – believing… He hears. And, He knows. He cares.
Prince of Peace… so loving, so very kind… the is the TRUTH I missed for so long.
Today if you hear a voice and it is one of hateful condemnation… that is not HIM.
His voice is so kind.
Breath of Heaven, I crave this New LOVE.
This isn’t deep… this isn’t the blog post of the millennium.
It’s just a message for you and me… He is for you.
He is for your restoration.
Yes, He is for your wellness.
And He is IN LOVE WITH YOU… unto His death.
Off to the Police Station… just wanted to remind me and you… It is well.
May your floors be sticky and your calling ordained. Love, Jami
Isaiah 43:18-19 (NIV) “Forget the former things; do not dwell on the past. See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it? I am making a way in the desert and streams in the wasteland.”