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MAY’S MERCIES

 

Ya know what? There is absolutely nothing wrong with being a 68 year old curled up with a favorite teddy bear (or fluffy white goat or tattered ol’ donkey) and reciting all the promises of the GREAT I AM in the darkest part of the night. Better yet, there is nothing wrong with both dogs on the bed and a cat squeezed between the pillows while trying to meditate on His WORD in the wee morning hours and waiting for that…
perfect…
wonderful…
“…joy that comes with the morning.”~Ps 30:5

“Pay attention to the WORD which is a light that shines in a dark place until the dawn rises in your heart.”~2 Pt 1:19

Weeping in the dark is nothing new to any human and nights are sometimes the longest part of the 24 hours allotted to our species. Whether it is never-ending physical pain or deep shattering emotional pain or the self-loathing of spiritual pain that is keeping one awake, it can sometimes seem to take forever for daylight to peek between the corners of the drapes and chase the long-fanged monsters from the deep corners of the room.

Then the dogs stir. The cat jumps off the bed. Tears mysteriously dry. And – a new day begins.

“This is the day the LORD hath made, I will rejoice and be glad in it.”~Ps 188:24

Yesterday was a perfect day. After devotions, spent a sports-filled morning with daughter’s family and an afternoon moving loads of mulch and plants around the yard while puppies used those big doggy eyes and begged for walks and lots more time for chasing sticks. The best part? Talking to my sister-of-another-mother; celebrating her special day and our friendship of 61 years and letting those ancient hymns of my childhood swirl around my heart and remembering…

….”Great Is Thy Faithfulness”!

When the darkness covered our part of the earth once more, storms moved in and sang lullabies in my ears until my eyes would no longer stay open.

“Summer and winter, 
Springtime and harvest, 
Sun, moon, and stars in their courses above, 
Join with all nature in manifold witness
To Thy great faithfulness, mercy, and love.”
~~Thomas Chisholm, in “Great Is Thy Faithfulness”

Today was even better. A little rain. A little sun. Cooler temperatures. Played in the yard. Romped (as much as one can with arthritis) with the critters.Talked with the neighbors. Laughed with another friend. Our Father’s faithfulness was everywhere. Joy dancing in front of me, beside me and behind me – – –

– – – just as He promised.

I am blessed. The dogs still want to play stick. Sooooo – I guess it is time to go for one more walk before dark or the next rain.

“Surely, goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life, and I shall dwell in the house of the LORD forever.” Ps 23:6

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Ya just never know how a day is going to turn out. We have our plans. We have our visions. But – – – sometimes – – – the day completely derails, and you just have to scratch your head, put what you are holding in your hands away, and just pray.

It was a sleepless night. The night before Open House or the first day of school has always been like that for me. I get way too excited. Last night was exceptionally so. Not only couldn’t sleep, but I had this pounding head. If I slept an hour, I would be surprised. I used all my tricks, prayed, put on harp music of hymns, prayed some more, talked to the dogs, and started the complaining prayers because nothing was working, and I really hate sinus-pounding-headaches. Errrrr….

When just like that, an answer to one of my prayers popped. Headache still there, but I could see what I needed to do to decorate the library and get the parents and students involved for 4 rounds of my 10 minutes of presentation. The rest of the night was filled with exactly how I was going to do it and organizing the supplies needed. Finally – I think – I fell asleep with a thankful prayer singing in my heart. However, by 5:30, the dogs and I were on our walk, excited to get the day started.

“And He who searches our hearts knows the mind of the Spirit, because the Spirit intercedes for the saints according to the will of God. And we know that God works all things together for the good of those who love Him, who are called according to His purpose.”~Rm 8:28

Our school is fantastic. They served the staff a home-cooked breakfast, taught us how to use the newest smart board/interaction system (which – btw – is amazing), got a new GCA cup and wristband, and then we began working in our classrooms. Typical beginning to a new year.

It has been 5 years since I have been through this, and I am beyond blessed to be a part of the founding of a new Christian school. Tonight showed just how blessed this endeavor is. Shortly after most of the teachers had left to change clothes for open house, a truck rammed through a brick wall and into the 1st grade classroom. An hour earlier – just minutes earlier – teachers stood in front of that brick wall decorating it. An hour later students, teachers and parents would have filled this area of the building.august 13 2018e

At this point there are many versions of what happened. Truck driver is okay. One car driver needs prayers and is in the hospital. Our staff and church staff are all okay. The building – not so much.

“For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known.”~1 Cor 13:12

The glass is pretty dark tonight. As I write, I have no idea when our school will open or what parts will be condemned for structural damage – after all – the cab of a logging truck sits in the middle of our 1st grade classroom. I have to admit – I am a little heart-broken not to be teaching again this week.

I do know the Hand of the Father was on our staff today. It was on me, because I always drive through that intersection on my way into school. When I arrived shortly after it happened, the staff was already gathered together, prayers circulated, hugs shared and talk about other place on campus that could be utilized. It won’t be easy, but then – Our Father never promised it would be. He did promise that it would be worth it.

The good news? I get some more time with the Grands this summer. I came home to the neighbors having gathered together to cut up our fallen tree. And puppies did their happy dance because I finally came home to throw a couple of sticks that still litter the ground.

Ya just never know.

This week our preacher finished his sermon by singing, “Great is thy Faithfulness” in his own unique style. It brought me to tears on Sunday. I thought about that song as I drove home tonight, with tears in my eyes again, and the words echoing in my head:

“Great is Thy faithfulness,” O God my Father,
There is no shadow of turning with Thee;
Thou changest not, Thy compassions, they fail not
As Thou hast been Thou forever wilt be.
“Great is Thy faithfulness!” “Great is Thy faithfulness!”
Morning by morning new mercies I see;
All I have needed Thy hand hath provided—
“Great is Thy faithfulness,” Lord, unto me!”