Be Still and Know...Then and Now

Between naps and bouts of trying to hack up a lung I managed to get in a bit of study time. God has an amazing sense of humor as well as timing. As I sat swaddled in my favorite blankie sipping my hot tea and nursing my nasty cold I began to delve into the multiple accounts of Jesus healing the multitudes. They came to him one after the other the blind, deaf, lame, diseased and demon possessed. He never once turned any on away. As my head swims though the haze of congestion and other unmentionable (not to mention nasty) bodily fluids I have to attempt to chuckle without busting out into yet another cough fit. I can also give another huge praise for how great my God is. As is sit wrapped in my blanket and bathrobe with my head feeling like it is floating somewhere above my neck surrounded by discarded wads of used Kleenex and empty packets of alka seltzer plus I weakly wave goodbye to my DH, who had to leave on Sunday for a business trip to Puerto Rico, yes tropical beaches, sunshine, p...

I love God’s sense of humor, His sense of timing and His complete and perfect ability to have things fall into place at the exact right moment for everything to begin to make sense (at least for a few brief moments of clarity, before the wind of the day changes and things become confusing again). I thought about the hidden meaning in the title of the chapter. My struggles are about him (my son) or Him our Heavenly Father. As I could not seem to stop thinking about the nature of suffering, this was a huge indicator that God was leading me in the direction to take a deeper look at it in relation to myself. Don’t-cha just hate it when that happens. A very dear friend and me were having our near daily conversations, she and I are in very similar boats with regards to living with rebellion. She made a comment to me that has been stuck in my thoughts since I hung up the phone with her. She said and I quote “There are different levels of surrender.” You see we talk about this all the time. We...