I have one more week to complete my January plan to finish it or forget it. I need to make a good push the next couple of evenings. I need to make sure I haven’t missed anything that I wanted to get resolved. It is unlikely I will get everything done as intended.
Those big frames are still causing a roadblock. I haven’t done the project I planned. It was actually about the third plan for one of three. I like the idea of the project. But, I don’t want that hanging on my wall. What was I thinking? Back to square one.
If I do what I promised myself, the frames have to leave on February 1. This late in the evening with the week I have had, I don’t know what the outcome will be regarding this matter.
Monday, I went in to the 9-5 in tears. We have an upcoming audit and I was certain a critical portion of documentation was missing. He knew of my dilemma and prayed all morning for me. That afternoon, I found the documentation in my file right where I would have looked had I not been so certain I didn’t have it. Not only was the paperwork there, it was complete. That is the power of a praying man. That is the mercy of a loving Father.
This evening, while riding home from church, I told him he has a red phone directly to Him. It’s one of those that doesn’t even have a dial. He just picks up and it rings in Heaven and He answers. He told me I have the same. I told him no. I have to dial my phone. Someday, perhaps I will have faith as large as his. Meanwhile, I am very grateful and blessed because of his direct red phone connection to Him.
Folks who know me personally will expect this to be about the news we recently received. I am not yet ready to put words to that.
New hope. That is what I want to talk about. Sometimes we go along and things seem to be flat. Like a Coke sitting open on the counter overnight. Still sweet, but no fizz. Life needs some fizz to keep one from becoming flat in the soul.
I have a new hope. Someone who makes all the difference. More than anything, I have been concentrating on the feeling of hope. Not the kind of hope when one says “I hope so”. But, the kind of hope that says the rescue ship is sitting at the shore.
Things have been challenging for us this year. I counted up a dozen crises he had to deal with in a couple of months or less. His health, the children’s vehicles. A tree falling the wrong way. He always says “the Good Lord takes care of it”. And not casually, but with absolute unwavering conviction, he knows He is taking care of all the “its” in our lives.
Some things turned out to be blessings in ways we never imagined. Some things just turned out. I have often felt my prayers hit the clouds and crashed back down. He (the Father) showed me a specific and powerful proof that He is listening and working things for my good and His glory to use a cliché. Truth, though.
Recently, I have been shown some things. I have asked for some things in prayer. Not so much for something to happen or to be granted. My salvation is secure and I am “forgiven” in the grand scheme. I needed to ask His forgiveness for some other things and truly acknowledge in my own heart that He granted those petitions. I asked Him to change my “heart-itude” about some issues. I asked Him to let me pray for certain things with a pure and sincere heart.
Some special things have occurred that directly impact my outlook and my direction. He also reminded me of a truth I have let get too far from my thoughts. If His plans agree with mine, I will retire in just over three years. I am fairly young for that to happen. But, in my heart of hearts I am a homemaker. I enjoy taking care of the physical structure we call home. Additionally, I am a writer. Perhaps, someday I will even be an author. Meanwhile, I have new hope growing in California.
My photo was taken late winter. The tree is still bare and the sun is setting. But there is the hope of spring and the dawn of a new day very near. So it is with me at this time. Very near are He and he. Very near is new hope.