Jesus is Alive...

Helpmate Blessing.....

1974:  From the very beginning we were worlds apart...different in every way. He was the athlete & smart, and I was the party & average.

In our college groupings never did I consider the possibility of more than a friendship. Funny how you spend time with a group and you find yourself pairing up in conversation to someone you never dreamed would interest you.

Now at this time I was not a follower of Christ. So how was I to know that this guy was my future helpmate…chosen by God for me. I wasn’t walking with God and trusting His Will.

March 2013: A couple of weeks ago and all caught up with housework, I journeyed all the way back to 1974 where it all started with a college grouping and two very different individuals.

As I remember, our group was fun-loving and full of college spirit. There were about 12-15 of us. Most of the guys were basketball players or involved in some sport and us girls became friends at college. Together we ate meals in the cafeteria, went to basketball games, and partied whenever we could.

The two of us became good friends and eventually started spending extra time together. Our differences began to complement each other. I was falling…head over heels…in love. I was afraid to let him know. We were so different.

Finally, he graduated.  I would graduate the following year.

Devastated. No commitment. No more hope.

Some weeks pass and he visits my home. Is it a new beginning? Months later he and I commit to begin a journey. A journey that would deepen and strengthen a bond between us. A journey of love.

He is back in his hometown working, and I have one more year of college. We write to each other.

3.25.13:  I finished reading our letters a few days ago that we wrote to each other after we committed to see where a journey would take us. Letters filled with common language yet so full of newfound love. Letters that filled us with trust and faith in each other.

Today I am so grateful to the One True God for His willingness to die on the cross for my sins. I am so unworthy of His love, grace and mercy. I am honored to be His child.

I am blessed that He had, all my life, a path for me to follow. I am blessed that His path included my helpmate. I am blessed that He didn’t give up on me. I am blessed that He was there with open arms to receive my sinful self in 1981.

I am blessed and loved by God and His helpmate that He chose for me. I am blessed with great love for my Lord and Savior and my God Chosen Helpmate.

I asked her if they had a red pair.

These days of living off the cuff and being surrounded by chaos can make for some pretty long days. Being yourself with trying to maintain a certain amount of schedule knowing that all the while your mind and heart are spinning with confusion and uncertainty is a mighty tough task. 

You might think that the chaos time would afford you the "special time" to get some of those "out-of-this-world...I can't today" jobs started and completed. It's just not happening for me. 

I struggle to get out of bed (but I do by 8 AM...no later than 8:30 AM). I stay on my normal house schedule (but I may not accomplish the task until it's time to start dinner). Dinner...I'm not in the mood to cook or eat a full meal. But I cook. And at night, it's from one small area to another. I have 3 resting spots. One at the kitchen table for the computer, on the couch (that is now in the foyer) for reading, and my son's room for tv watching. Then if I'm really bummed to the max, I go to bed. In other words...I AM BORED!

Oh for the day when order is demanded. Joy will settle within this heart of mine as I begin a process of total  restoration...for our home and my (organized) heart. 

The days of heavy pouring rain that hovered over our area are gone for now. Our 22+ inches of rain that soaked our ground is now drying with glorious, bright sunshine and March winds. Our land is healing

We prayed to our God who heard our cry and has answered in a mighty voice. We heard. We rejoice. Yet our humanism continues to seep under our skin. Thus, we continue to pray, listen for His guidance and trust by faith. Our God is in control, and we love it!

For this I have prayed

and certain of the cost

To self I deny

for his soul which was lost.

Enter to my vessel

the count which I must

before my soul doth die

and return to simple dust.

Spirit fly towards heaven

to shout with joyful glee

Of which I am for certain

the path laid out for me.

MGF

3.6.13

displaced

displaced: moved or put out 
of the usual or proper place.

Totally feeling this way. As one who strives for correct placement, proper procedures, and overall structure, my life changed once again. However, I am more in check with my life's journey that God has for me than ever before.

"I choose joy...

I will refuse to see 

any problem as 

anything less than 

an opportunity 

to see God."

~~~Max Lucado

Our kitchen remains the same, our son's room remains the same, and for the most part our bedroom remains the same. The remaining larger rooms of the house are in chaos. Furniture is shoved into every available spot. The amazing part of this journey is.........I'm OK.

I'm blessed with this present journey as I can already see positive results that glorify God coming from this second (See April 4th- Strong Foundation) crisis; but, I'm still a STRONG ORGANIZER who is now somewhat disorganized to the MAX!!!

So therefore,.......displaced am I.