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Tuesday, June 1, 2010


My God, the One and Only God - but I like to call Him mine - is good to me.

Sometimes when life has issued me a decision He gently whispers His will.  I feel a peace.

But most of the time when He whispers I am too busy drowning it out with my questions and solutions and more questions to hear Him.

There's a few things in this world I'm good at, this I am best at.

I like to picture Him in my future home, above it all, fluffing my silken pillows and sweeping my golden floors while He gently laughs at me and decides this time I need it in writing.

Maybe a skywriter will get her attention?  He laughs.

Today was one of those times. 

It's not an easy feat to get my attention.  I am always right, I talk too much, and I am way too Pollyanna about how the world should be.

Last night as I closed my eyes the weight of a serious decison that not only will effect He's Too Good To Me and myself, but our youngest two darlins' as well, was stabbing at my brain and heart, demanding front and center attention.

As I stretched in bed this morning, wondering why it was morning, it stabbed again.

This decision has been needing to be made for years now, but I've been waiting on the plane - which is overrated - whispers are the jewels.   But if you allow the world to clog your ears, as I do, a plane He will send.

But as I said, He is good to me and my bungling brain, so . . .

He sent it in writing.

I receive a monthly newsletter from Nehemiah Ministries.  I soak them in.  Mr. Blaine Smith appears to be a man God has granted much wisdom to.  This morning there it is - Rie, trust your judgement.

Then I click onto Ann's sight and she ever so softly tells me to sacrifice this harvest so that I can produce a later crop, a more productive one.  And this writing of hers is from her archive.  Ann was deciding on what to write, or God kept her too busy to write, and His Spirit prodded her to choose this one - for me.

And there will be a sacrifice on my part, a field to harvest that has been my baby for seven years, a mingling of the things I love and am good at with service to Him - I will have to give that up, for now at least.  Pinching it off and giving it up does seem counterproductive, but His best awaits me.

Y'all - these were writings blessed from above.  Writings meant for me.

I don't know if this is His perfect timing or just the remnants of our disobedience disciplined.  But I do know what He can do with remnants.

Anyone can look at this creation and recognize God's work, imagination, and sense of humor.  But He is so much more than that.  He is in love with me and wants to passionately arouse within me a character that, although desperately unworthy, can walk by His side and know wisdom is possible.  

I'm going to go ahead and make my best choice.  I'm going to trust my judgement and the judgement of the man whose rib is closest to my heart.

I shall simply end like this, because from this moment on I'm moving on.  Often I'm all to guilty of saying to my children - we'll see.

So, we shall see.  But we shall see in faith and confidence. Because y'all -  for me, He wrote it in the sky.


Greg and Donna said...

OK, if this would only affect your 2 youngest babies, then I am assuming you're writing about homeschooling or not. So my spirit and my selfishness is sticking her nosey self in and saying I would miss the fellowship. My "do what is best for you and your family and don't listen to your nosey friend" is saying I will support you in whatever you choose. And I could be totally off the wall will my assumption. Oh wait, it could be about church and not homeschooling. My brain is in hyper drive!

Rie said...

If this was about homeschooling you'd know it!

I consider my homeschooling in the top wisest decisions I've ever made.

Jennifer said...

I really wanted to comment on this post as soon as I read it, but felt that I needed to reflect a little before I did. Not that I have any great information to impart. It is just that this is one of those posts that hits a little too close to home. For one thing, I could take this description you gave of yourself and it would fit me perfectly ...

"It's not an easy feat to get my attention. I am always right, I talk too much, and I am way too Pollyanna about how the world should be."

And second, I often find myself fighting God for things that He wants me to release to Him. If He could just pry my clenched fingers from around the thing that looks like exactly what I think I want, then He could give me exactly what I truly need. I wonder how many blessings I have missed because I wouldn't let go of the good so that I could receive the best from my Father.

As usual, you have made me think. I will be praying for you, my friend.

KTElltt said...

This is such a great entry. I see the "riddle" just because I don't know the facts, but I understand the concept. I am thankful that God will skywrite for me when I am too whatever (busy, distracted, talkative, blustery, upset) to hear His whispers...

Rie said...

Jennifer, you worded that third paragraph perfectly. It sums up exactly what I was trying to say.

Pride has always been a culprit for me. One of the things I have found liberating in my life, which has occured as I have gotten older, is how good it actually does feel to accept my sins and character flaws and go to the Father and ask Him to help me.

Rie said...

He's good like that, isn't He, Katie?

Drawing of me losing my cool courtesy of budding artist, Izzy.

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