these last few months i have thought a lot about life, faith, and the role of prayer in my life.
friends, co workers and such have shared their thoughts on the subject. folks talked about speaking life and positive thoughts, to pray specifically, to pray like the widow to the king in the bible. all which at some point in my faith walk i have actively practiced.
yet one afternoon i was talking to a friend at work and i shared how certain i am that He is working in our life, yet neither the mr or i have any strong leading as to what is next for us. we continue in our days with our routines and active steps to seek what is next, yet after all these months we have no clear leading as to what is next.
for the longest time, behind my desk was a sign i painted years ago with key words to remind me of this verse ……
Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things.
the sign now hangs next to our front door as a reminder to set my mind on His principles.
today we are traveling to New England and i have lots of quiet moments. moments to ponder. moments to remember simpler days. sermons and youth group challenges of years gone by. one challenge in particular to pray for His will to be made clear. the kind of prayer that is open and abandoned. the kind of prayer the leaders of old prayed. early morning faith chats knowing His provision would be what was needed and when needed. giants of the faith who made time for prayer no matter how busy the day’s calendar noted.
another memory which has filled my wonder was the series on Nehamiah, the builder. the builder with a specific purpose.
in these days of uncertainty, i am not certain the specifics of some areas of our lives, yet, i am certain each day has it’s own specific building purpose. i want to be a builder. one who looks for a solid future. one who trusts the promises.
i say all this to mean i trust in His peace. i have lived this life long enough to know our days contain both sunshine and rain. seasons of plenty and seasons of want. yet in all He promises peace and joy.
this week i found myself looking for His moments in all the everyday tasks of my life. in the comings and goings. in my words, thoughts, plans and quiet moments.
i still have no clear leading on what the coming months will bring, yet there is this peace i can only explain as his promise.
feathers from my nest