Day Seven - Flowers Whisper God's Praises on the Breeze

Today peace visited my soul in greater measure. I welcome His presence.

My son, Michael and I wandered through Tribble Mill Park and Vine's Botanical Gardens, capturing moments with our cameras. He, discovering his Nikon Coolpix, new for his Costa Rica visit with his brother, Jeremy. Me, with my Nikon D200 with a Macro lens and my 18-200 zoom lens. We, connecting silently the way we do. Savoring simple moments as we hike. Thankful for our similar laid back souls; us, house-mates during these days.

A perfect early autumn day was our gift from our Creator God. He knows how to make a world shaped by His creative hands. He sure knows how to make a day, perfect with clear blue sky, a refreshing breeze and sunshine warm. With the stress of recent months, today was a oasis... fertile and refreshing amidst the chaos. An oasis of living water.  

A breeze caused flowers to sway, dancing to celebrate the day. Light, color, all God's gifts lifting my spirit above the cares of this world...

Father, help me gaze into your eyes,

burning with desire for all I am.

Father, help me run from all you despise 

turning to you, oh spotless Lamb.

Jesus, hold me close to your chest, 

during these days of trials and tribulation.

Jesus, may I fully find my rest,

remembering I've built my home on your firm foundation. 

Spirit, you teach me lessons of life, divine

only learned through pressing through.

Spirit, you reach me, comforting every time;

lonely heart learning to look into

YOU...

Copyright © 2011 Marie Nease  All Rights Reserved.

"The saints prove their conversion by their perseverance, and that perseverance
comes from a continual supply of divine grace to their souls."  ~ Charles H. Spurgeon

"Don't you know the day dawns after night, showers displace drought, and spring and summer follow winter? Then, have hope! Hope forever for God will not fail you!"

~ Charles H. Spurgeon

Day Six - God Was There

As Nathanael Barbey's contemplative melodies serenade me, I wonder tonight in God's goodness in drawing me out of my funk that made me want to stay home. Something wooed me, I know it was sweet Holy Spirit and so I went with friends to Pizza and Prayer, an ECHO single's event.                                                                         

Honestly, there was nothing special about the evening really, as far as events go...

but God was there amidst us...

He heard our conversations,

heard our prayers breathed,

our aching longings,

struggles and challenges

hovering heavy.

He knows us and longs to be with us in our earthiness,

our times of walking on water

and times of sinking below the surface, drowning...

He pulls us out of deep waters.

Together, we can stand, stronger as we agree in supplication,

leaning in to the holy God, full of adoration

holding hands and hearts in the midst of desperate times,

and holding each others hands up, when they grow weary and tired.

Together we celebrate as prayers are heard and answers arrive in perfect timing that can only be God's. Together we will watch dreams birthed through laborious nights and difficult days, knowing it was worth the struggle, worth the pushing through,

worth the warfare we wage through prayer,

through worship, together.

Our prayers, wrapped around each other are

a spiritual blanket, warm,

allowing us to be real

allowing us to heal

allowing us to receive

more than we can conceive

of God's perfect plan

His desire for man

to know Him

intimately

as He knows us.

Before I allow heavy eyelids to close, I must share that I am becoming aware that the desire for a man in my life is subtly changing during these 44 days and 44 nights. The desire is still there, like the desire to experience a beautiful sunrise after a dark stormy night. Like my desire to listen to beautiful music that stirs my soul. Like breathing...

The desire for a mate still rumbles like hunger pangs, yet I sense a change in intensity, as this time with God is molding me more into HIS image, causing His desires to burn within me. May I desire what He desires for me and that only.

Day Five - A rainy day and remembering my value

Today was quiet, but that is good, at least I think so. Yet, I realize I'm not wanting to get out and about. I didn't walk with my friend Terri. Thankfully she's being patient with me, at least I hope so. I didn't want to go to an event at my niece's church (and where my older sister goes too.) 

There was a gentleman that I shared sweet coffee moments with several weeks back. We left with "promises" to enjoy more time together. He grew quiet soon after. Not sure why, but I know it's necessary for me to not grasp tightly, but let go and place any possibilities in my Abba's hands. He said he would call to chat last week. Through an email, I gently challenged him on that yesterday, asking him to please not say he'd call, then not follow through. He seemed to receive my words graciously. I don't expect to hear from him, really. However, the reality of seeing him at the single's events I go to, is quite possible. I'm learning to let go in this area of my life too. Only God writes lasting love stories. Not me.

Hours were spent filling out paperwork to fax to my short sale rep at Bank of America. The job I thought I had earlier in the week hasn't panned out. I don't know if it will. The future is uncertain. Will I trust or worry? I seesaw from trust to worry, unbalanced, teetering, yet I sense He watches. He cares. 

For some reason, the quietly falling rain and thunder rumbling brought comfort to my day. When I put those thoughts on FaceBook, my friend Stacy commented. "Yes! I feel that way inside. Going through my basement and years worth of papers and memories of Daddy and Oak Grove and the dance studio and more. The rain is definitely comforting... It is as if the earth knows how I feel and is acknowledging it with me." She quietly suffers too in her own world. Our Abba Father knows every raindrop that falls... He cares about every tear that falls and gently catches them and gingerly places them in His bottle, watching as they roll down the sides... He cries with us, yet He breathes hope.

As I looked through recent photos I've taken, I found a photo of a bird near a barn. I took this at the Clinton Nature Preserve last Sunday. I will be meeting a family of 7 or 8 for a photo session there on October 15th.  

 

It seems as though there is a constant learning, a constant remembering that we are valuable to our Father God. That is what this photo stirred within me. I am valuable to my Abba Father and He desires to take care of me. My prayer is that I am able to trust in the midst of these days. 

A friend has to be at the hospital in the morning at 8:00 for a blood transfusion. Five hours to lie there and have her life blood drained and some stranger's blood give her new strength. Her challenge is cancer. Lord, help her to trust in the midst of her struggles.

Your blood given and sacrificed for us brings new life, flowing... Your blood infuses us with strength. You are no stranger to her, to me either. Help us trust in You. Help us trust that we are valuable to You. Help us breathe hope, like air.

Day Four -Tattered Wings Can Still Fly...

I felt like I was back in the cocoon today...struggling again to emerge. I stumbled upon a photo of a butterfly I took in Costa Rica. The butterfly didn't land on a beautiful flower to bask and allow me to take it's picture, but for some reason, it landed on the rough sidewalk. After a closer look at the butterfly, I realized it was wounded. It's wing was damaged, yet curiously, it was still able to fly! I needed this photo today to remind me that though the challenges and struggles of this life wound my wings, I can still fly. I need to fly. I must fly. 

Fragile butterfly with tattered wing

Why is it possible that you can still fly?

At the very moment I decided to sing

though wounded, and not to question why.

my wings, though thin and fragile

were designed to be strong yet light

by a Creator who knew I'd need to be agile;

He designed me perfectly for flight.

Copyright © 2011 Marie Nease  All Rights Reserved

Day Three

Tonight my faith was at an all time low. To be honest, I was anxiously looking at my circumstances, worrying and wondering how God was going to get me through this season of my life. Rather than running into God's arms and talking with Him, I decided to watch a streaming Netflix movie. Aah, spiritual me, right?

After browsing through the movies to find something to take my mind off my troubles, I was drawn to a movie called "The Encounter." I ran right into God while watching this movie. I won't spoil it for you, if you haven't discovered this little gem that will get to your heart, if you'll allow it. 

I will say this: I encountered Jesus. I sensed the Lord using this simple movie to remind me that He uses EVERYTHING to get to us... to get under our skin and into our hearts, to show us He really loves us. Bruce Marchiano, the main character, was Jesus with skin on for me tonight. The water he gave was living water... his words were life... my hope springs anew!

Bruce has a gift from God and there is no doubt he is walking in it. 

Below are two links: one is Bruce's website and the other is for Pure Flix Entertainment, the company behind "The Encounter." 

http://www.brucemarchiano.com/

http://pureflix.com/archives/portfolio-item/the-encounter

Aah, yes I need a PS: I've decided to extend the 40 days to 44 days. Why you ask? Taking 4 more days to focus on allowing my heart to be content in my singleness and allow Jesus to work makes sense because the 44th day will be an anniversary of sorts for me. My 11th year of being single again. I don't know the outcome of these days of allowing the Lord to work in me in this area, (and take a break from any dating) but HE does and I believe He is up to something... :-)

I'm laying down my expectations, yet being expectant in Him.

Day Two of 40 - In the Flow

Well, officially, this is the third day, but my body clock is off so....

Today was busy. Didn't have much quiet time to be still and know that He is God, but you know, God is always at work accomplishing what concerns us. 

My job interview went well. I should have a written job offer and contract to sign on Wednesday of this week! YES GOD! 

I enjoyed some sweet bonding time with a friend and I treasure moments like that. I didn't sense the longing for a mate as strongly today; to me, that means progress. My heart is beginning to let go of MY desires and allow God's desires to grow in me. May my heart be fertile soil.

My photo, "In The Flow" won honorable mention in the Roswell Photographic Society review Monday night! The theme was Water/Liquid.

May I (and you) learn the art, the graceful art of being in the flow of God's Spirit as we learn and grow through these days. 

40 Days and 40 Nights

Yesterday, as I drove toward home, I sensed God's presence, His voice, whispering. I listened long, yet resisted. He won. He always does, through His wooing ways...His winsome gaze into my soul's deepest shadows. He knows me. Yet He loves me. 

Words whispered gently, warm, like light streaming into morning window, His words parted darkness, like curtains, and my heart knew what He desires: 40 days and 40 nights with me, closer...leaning on His chest, John-like. 

He desires 40 days and 40 nights with me sequestered within the "ark" of His protection, from all that floods my world...the longings, the stresses, the enemy's temptations. He desires for me to renew first love, divine and to let go of my desires for a mate...to run to Him and away from the world. To run to Him and away from men. 

What can I say but YES to Him who woos my soul? So, Sunday was day one of 40 days and 40 nights within His "Ark."