Whatever the future holds, whether is is neatly packed and tied with a bow, or messy and the roads are long and hard, whatever you have for me Lord, I am all in., because you first loved me, and that is enough!
Long ago I gave God permission to wake me with songs, this stopped Satan from filling my thoughts with negativity every morning.
In the beginning I was just happy wake up and start the day out on the right foot. I did not pay much attention to what the song was.
But slowly and surely God started to focus my attention on what I was hearing. And nine times out of ten, what I heard corresponded to what happened during my day, or what God wanted to happen during my day.
This morning the lyrics
We raise our white flags
We surrender
All to you
All to you
were looping over and over in my mind before I even opened my eyes.
And I realized something. While I do trust God, while I do believe in His ability to lead me, I have never fully surrendered to him in the morning, allowing Him to fully lead and guide me in everything I do throughout the day.
It looks like this will be the day that I do so. Join me?
Father God I am fully surrendering to you this day and every day. Lead and guide me so that I may walk in your perfect will. May I be able to look back on each day from here on out and say alongside David, “This is the day the Lord has made I will rejoice and be glad in it.”
Lyrics = Chris Tomlin
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Disturb us Lord, when we are too well pleased with ourselves.
When our dreams have come true because we have dreamed too little.
When we arrived safely, because we sailed too closed to the shore.
May this be your prayer of your life
– Sir Francis Drake
One thing about God that I really love is the way is the way that He just totally gets us. All of us, wholly and completely.
It was the first Christmas without my husband. The first time the five of us would wake up early and go downstairs and sit around the tree while as presents were handed out. Five us, not six.
That year I must admit I went a little overboard on the gifts, as if I was subconsciously trying to make up for the loss of their father (and my husband) with stuff. Of course it didn’t work, but they did get sidetracked a bit.
Although I love giving better than receiving, the fact that Allan was gone meant that there would not be a gift for me under the tree. The gift’s absence just made the echo of his absence that much larger.
Actually, for weeks before it came, I was dreading Christmas.
God knew it.
God got the hurt that I was feeling over the thought of that Christmas morning.
And He planned ahead so that I would not have to feel the sting.
Eight months before Allan’s passing God put on my heart to contact a ministry for prayer concerning the near death of my daughter.
When Allan died, God once again told me to email the ministry for prayer.
This is a ministry that I think is beautiful and wonderful, but that I would have never contacted without God’s urging as I am not naturally one that wants to reach out for help.
The ministry asked for my address, so that they might send me something special. That was in April and months later I never heard from them so I assumed they had forgotten about me.
Flash forward to a few days before Christmas the mail came and I was surprised to find that I had received a very heavy box. I think it had a return address so I might have known the sender, but I remember thinking, “what in the world?”
It was close to Christmas so I thought I might just as well wait to open the box at Christmas.
When I did, I cried because I felt so very, very loved by God.
The box was so heavy because it was packed to the brim with one gift after another.
Things like a mug, a book and lotion…all things that Allan might of picked up for me.
The box not only blessed me with some pretty nice things, not only took some of the sting of the first Christmas without my husband away, but more importantly the box showed me that God got me! That God provides, and the God loves me so much that He prompted me to reach out years earlier knowing that the end result would be what I needed to get through a difficult day.
God can be trusted Always!!!
If He is asking you to do something out of the ordinary, if you have prayed about it and know that it is Him, step out and follow His lead.
You can trust that He is leading you to where you need to be. Because He not only made you, He gets you!
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So I wake up with this song playing in my head, which in itself is not unusual as God often wakes me up with a song, and each time He does it means something.
The song is by Jason Gray, titled, “With every act of love” and has the lyrics (which are the ones I heard).
God put a million,
million doors in the world
For His love to walk through
One of those doors is you
Immediately I thought about England. How He has yet to open the door.
Then I thought of how we used to be a host family for Japanese students.
I always thought it was wonderful how we would meet people though the program that we would never have met otherwise. It was a wonderful experience, both for my family and for the student as well (as I gathered from their goodbye letters).
I know that God has called me to England for the same reason.
There are people I need to meet, and who need to meet me, so that I can be Gods hands and feet.
If anyone speaks, they should do so as one who speaks the very words of God.If anyone serves, they should do so with the strength God provides, so that in all things God may be praised through Jesus Christ. To him be the glory and the power for ever and ever. Amen.- 1 Peter 4:11
The “open door” for England has not opened, and yet I know that God will open it soon, as He did not lead me all this way for nothing.
Please join me in praying for me to receive an open door to England, and for the “ministry” that He has called me to will begin to take shape before me.
Please pray also the God will give me the courage and strength to walk through the door, once opened.
I covet all your prayers and will pray for you as well.
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