A few days ago it became very clear to me that I needed to go and nestle close to my oldest and dearest friend, Char who lives in the valley below. My friend and I talked, read, prayed, shopped, lunched and laughed together. Do you have such a friend? Are you such a friend to a fellow warrior? "God is sovereign". We Christians talk about it; we have experienced it, then comes the last chapter of our life and the tapestry God has been weaving still has dangling threads that do not yet seem to form a finished design.
...so what it the purpose of the unfinished design? A better question is: What keeps an 86-year-old woman like me still running toward the arms of my Heavenly Father? I have taught countless women about the awesome woman of Proverbs 31. A verse from that passage popped out at me as Char and I were together: "She will be a woman of strength and dignity and will laugh at the future." Remember how Sarah "laughed at the future" because she didn't believe for a minute that God was going to give her a child at her ancient age? She took a short-cut and we all know what that lapse of faith is bringing upon our entire world. "Laughing at the future" seems like something a brainless woman would do. I have caught some whiffs of fresh faith and will resume my race toward the finish line, remembering to laugh because my Father is steadily weaving, even though I cannot see His Hand.
...and now back to my bed on my deck at 3:30 A.M. Perhaps I can go back to sleep now that these thoughts that awakened me are transferred to my computer. The days are the longest of the year now and soon the summer sun will pop up over the mountain to the east, the woodpeckers, blue jays and sparrows in the oaks around me will begin to twitter, the red tailed hawks will take their first morning soar and the two black crows who appointed themselves to awakan me when I sleep on my deck will sweep over my head and Harriet's and my day will begin.
Morning has broken like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken like the first bird.
Praise for the singing! Praise for the morning!
Praise for them springing, fresh from the Word!