His Highness the Grand Poobah of Religion
I am a bit sleep deprived today and not convinced that today is the best day to try and write, but after procrastinating this post for the past two days I think the bits of pieces of it may fade to nothingness if I don't try to get it outta my head. So here goes nothing!
This week we visited and shared with one of our three supporting First Wesleyan Churches. Tim Smith or as he jokingly referred to himself yesterday, "His Highness the Grand Poobah of Religion" :) of First Wesleyan in Gastonia has for way more than twenty years been important in my life and our family. (You can read more about this wonderful man and his beautiful bride and how they have been a part of our lives for so long here.) Anyhow... where was I going? Oh yes, Tim shared in Sunday School about Esther and how the Lord's perfect timing played a role in the normal things of her life.
I know that I have written many times before about how God meets our exact need every time we seek Him. I know that I have shared with you all about how every single time we are at a different church (which has been almost every Sunday for the past year) God speaks directly to our need in some way, shape, or form. Well, I have to do it again.
Let me share this disclaimer too. I have gotten to the point that this never EVER surprises me. Nope. In fact, I expect God to continue to work on me no matter where I am or who I am with. He is always there. And He never disappoints.
So what was so impacting about Sunday? My life is full of waiting... and I know you have heard that before too. (If you have read any of my previous posts within the past years.) This Sunday was different though. It was still about waiting on God's timing, but it was also something so much more than that.
I don't know how long it has been since I have read through Esther's story... too long I am sure. (You should read it!) But a few things really really really gripped my heart. Here is the most prevalent:
God works in the ordinary. See, as far as I am concerned right now I am as ordinary (weird, yes, but still just plain Jane days - one right after the next - of my normal) as they come. Here is my typical day. (Sunday is usually the only day that is always different.) I wake up. I cook. I home school. I cook. I clean. I home school. I work at this blasted computer. I email. I compose letters and documents. I file reports. I cook. I clean. I work on the blasted computer. I sleep.
Every day in my life at this exact time seems. totally. monotonous. It feels like this part of my life will never end. Like it will never change. Like I am stuck. here. home. schooling. and. filing. reports. forever. But the truth of Esther refreshed my hope. Things may seem ordinary, but God has each and every step planned out, and in order.
Thank you, His Highness the Grand Poobah of Religion, for renewing my purpose through the truth of the Word.
This week we visited and shared with one of our three supporting First Wesleyan Churches. Tim Smith or as he jokingly referred to himself yesterday, "His Highness the Grand Poobah of Religion" :) of First Wesleyan in Gastonia has for way more than twenty years been important in my life and our family. (You can read more about this wonderful man and his beautiful bride and how they have been a part of our lives for so long here.) Anyhow... where was I going? Oh yes, Tim shared in Sunday School about Esther and how the Lord's perfect timing played a role in the normal things of her life.
I know that I have written many times before about how God meets our exact need every time we seek Him. I know that I have shared with you all about how every single time we are at a different church (which has been almost every Sunday for the past year) God speaks directly to our need in some way, shape, or form. Well, I have to do it again.
Let me share this disclaimer too. I have gotten to the point that this never EVER surprises me. Nope. In fact, I expect God to continue to work on me no matter where I am or who I am with. He is always there. And He never disappoints.
So what was so impacting about Sunday? My life is full of waiting... and I know you have heard that before too. (If you have read any of my previous posts within the past years.) This Sunday was different though. It was still about waiting on God's timing, but it was also something so much more than that.
I don't know how long it has been since I have read through Esther's story... too long I am sure. (You should read it!) But a few things really really really gripped my heart. Here is the most prevalent:
God works in the ordinary. See, as far as I am concerned right now I am as ordinary (weird, yes, but still just plain Jane days - one right after the next - of my normal) as they come. Here is my typical day. (Sunday is usually the only day that is always different.) I wake up. I cook. I home school. I cook. I clean. I home school. I work at this blasted computer. I email. I compose letters and documents. I file reports. I cook. I clean. I work on the blasted computer. I sleep.
Every day in my life at this exact time seems. totally. monotonous. It feels like this part of my life will never end. Like it will never change. Like I am stuck. here. home. schooling. and. filing. reports. forever. But the truth of Esther refreshed my hope. Things may seem ordinary, but God has each and every step planned out, and in order.
Thank you, His Highness the Grand Poobah of Religion, for renewing my purpose through the truth of the Word.
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