Early this month we experienced a short, blast of a wintery mix of snow and rain. It happened on the day that I usually travel to my girl friend's house to work on our consulting business. When I left my home that morning the wintery mix had just begun, so the roads had not yet developed a coating of snow or ice.
When I arrived at my friend's house I realized that I had forgotten a folder that was imperative to our ability to compete the tasks that we had laid out for ourselves for that day. I would have to go back home to retrieve it. We usually work for about three hours, my absentmindedness and the increment weather would delay our start.
However, I knew if we were going to accomplish anything at all that day, I would need to go home to retrieve the folder. So I started to head back home. At this juncture in my life, I have come to trust and know that God will protect and keep me safe on the drive home, besides, he even gave me the opportunity to bless my friend's niece by dropping her off at work before I headed back toward my house for the folder.
By the time that I had dropped her niece off and obtained the folder the wintery mix had started to pick up and accumulate, so it took me a little longer to make my way back over to my friend's house. As I traveled to her house she called to make sure that I was ok.
I told her that it was indeed a little slippery, but it wasn't too bad and that I would soon be there. I live in a small development that is quite hilly. We are often one of the neighborhoods that is last to get plowed out during increment weather, so our roads are a little more slippery than most.
My travel back to my friend's house was slow and tedious, however I continued this journey safely behind the salt truck. It reminded me about what life is like when we are following Christ. Sometimes we see the things that God puts in our path as hinderances. We often forget that our paths of travel are intricately
orchestrated by God's hand. He often places things in our path that slows down our travels on what would other wise be a dangerous road.
The next time you are stuck in traffic, remember that God is the ultimate traffic controller.
Thursday, February 21, 2013
Spiritual frumpiness
I have often thought that I am one of those individuals who suffer from sun deprivation during the dreary winter months. Now that I am home during the day I realize that there is some truth in this feeling.
I am typically a very active person, however, I truly dislike cold weather. I enjoy being inside and cuddled under my favorite blanket with my laptop close at hand during the cold weather months.
When I was working on a daily basis staying at home on a cold winter day was a luxury for me; my time at home was treasured. Now that I'm home daily I realized that I had fallen prey to another dangerous syndrome, it was a malady that slowly snuck up on me without me fully realizing what was occurring before my very eyes.
I had become a victim of physical frumpiness. I have always loved fashion and would rush to any event that would require wearing shoes, especially a stiletto. Lately my stilettos have remained in the back of the closet and my sweats and sneakers have become the new couture.
Because I have a network of girl friends who know me intimately they took notice in my change of appearance. They reminded me that I wasn't looking like the peppy Roe they came to know and love. Their concern left me thinking about the secondary symptoms of my newly acquired condition of physical frumpiness.
As I sat in my quiet spot having yet another dialogue with God about many of the issues that were consistently plaguing my family I realized that this condition of physical frumpiness had secondary symptoms that could be detrimental to my over all spiritual health.
Along with the desire to make sweatpants and sneakers a daily wardrobe staple came the ability to forget the power that God gives us when we pray and leave it at his feet. Even though I believed I was appropriately applying the the best treatment I knew, prayer, I was still bewildered over the nagging symptoms of depression that were over taking my continence and snuffing out my internal joy.
I had multiple maladies, I had developed a condition that needed immediate, emergency treatment. A good friend of mine who at this point in time was sent to me by God served as the EMT,invited me to an intercessory prayer meeting which she attended as a regular member.
By this time I realized that treatment needed to be found and the healing touch of praying women needed to be applied directly to the source of my ailing spirit.
The prescription that was written was scribed directly from the hand of God himself. Encouragement, along with the gift of discernment and prophesy began to relieve not some, but all of my nagging symptoms of spiritual frumpiness.
Ezekiel (37:1-14) speaks of how the hand of The Lord came upon him and he was brought out by the spirit of The Lord and he no longer inhibited the Valley of Dry Bones. "Come from the four winds, O breath, and breathe into these slain, that they may live."
I had been cured of my malady, I no longer inhibited the "Valley of Dry Bones" God had sent a team of rescue workers who knew the prescription well and could liberally apply it to the areas of need.
A bad case of physical frumpiness has many cures, stilettos, a little makeup and forgoing a daily dose of sweat pants worked for me. However, spiritual frumpiness has only one cure: seek the presence of God, lay your burdens at his feet and know that you are healed and delivered.
I am typically a very active person, however, I truly dislike cold weather. I enjoy being inside and cuddled under my favorite blanket with my laptop close at hand during the cold weather months.
When I was working on a daily basis staying at home on a cold winter day was a luxury for me; my time at home was treasured. Now that I'm home daily I realized that I had fallen prey to another dangerous syndrome, it was a malady that slowly snuck up on me without me fully realizing what was occurring before my very eyes.
I had become a victim of physical frumpiness. I have always loved fashion and would rush to any event that would require wearing shoes, especially a stiletto. Lately my stilettos have remained in the back of the closet and my sweats and sneakers have become the new couture.
Because I have a network of girl friends who know me intimately they took notice in my change of appearance. They reminded me that I wasn't looking like the peppy Roe they came to know and love. Their concern left me thinking about the secondary symptoms of my newly acquired condition of physical frumpiness.
As I sat in my quiet spot having yet another dialogue with God about many of the issues that were consistently plaguing my family I realized that this condition of physical frumpiness had secondary symptoms that could be detrimental to my over all spiritual health.
Along with the desire to make sweatpants and sneakers a daily wardrobe staple came the ability to forget the power that God gives us when we pray and leave it at his feet. Even though I believed I was appropriately applying the the best treatment I knew, prayer, I was still bewildered over the nagging symptoms of depression that were over taking my continence and snuffing out my internal joy.
I had multiple maladies, I had developed a condition that needed immediate, emergency treatment. A good friend of mine who at this point in time was sent to me by God served as the EMT,invited me to an intercessory prayer meeting which she attended as a regular member.
By this time I realized that treatment needed to be found and the healing touch of praying women needed to be applied directly to the source of my ailing spirit.
The prescription that was written was scribed directly from the hand of God himself. Encouragement, along with the gift of discernment and prophesy began to relieve not some, but all of my nagging symptoms of spiritual frumpiness.
Ezekiel (37:1-14) speaks of how the hand of The Lord came upon him and he was brought out by the spirit of The Lord and he no longer inhibited the Valley of Dry Bones. "Come from the four winds, O breath, and breathe into these slain, that they may live."
I had been cured of my malady, I no longer inhibited the "Valley of Dry Bones" God had sent a team of rescue workers who knew the prescription well and could liberally apply it to the areas of need.
A bad case of physical frumpiness has many cures, stilettos, a little makeup and forgoing a daily dose of sweat pants worked for me. However, spiritual frumpiness has only one cure: seek the presence of God, lay your burdens at his feet and know that you are healed and delivered.
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