It is Saturday morning and I just spent a half hour on the back
porch with candles, journal, and "praying as you go" app. The reading
was from 1 Kings 19: and the story of Elijah listening for the still
small voice of God.
I sit and feel like God as
holding me as I live up in the air with everything swirling around me. I
can see in the back yard the bench on which Audrey placed a plaque that
reads "Charles "Chuck" Truex - we miss you every day and the dates of
his birth and death.
The dog - my faithful companion just sits beside me. It is just raining a little.
I
think about my meeting with a half dozen women from Gender Road. They
are calling people in the church during the pandemic and I meet with
them to check in. It was a truly blessed time together as women shared from the different parts of their lives.
And I share about living in
limbo - not knowing whether to stay and go and not knowing how long I
will be with them and just not knowing.
As I sit on the porch and listen in silence I hear the still small voice of God speak to me about love. How loved I am and how loved I always have been.
I
live with so many feelings that just come and go - the grief, the
loneliness, the gratitude, the wonder, the gift of community. There is so much to experience when I finally sit down and listen.
I find myself drawn to the nonagenarians of Gender Road Christian Church - there are a number of people in their nineties. As I consider them, I wonder if God's message to me is - keep going. . There
is so much more to come.
I may have twenty more years to be with
people, my children, my grandchildren. Twenty more years to be present
to the beauty and the holiness and the mystery of Love.
I hold it all.
May the God of VITALITY be with you, filling you with life and love,
bringing you to a place of energy and eagerness,
calling you to happiness and freedom.
May this God also be with you in times of doubt and struggle
and fill you with a passion for what is good and true.
May the blessing of VITALITY be with you.
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