I am busy catching up from my trip to Colorado. Steve and I had a great time visiting Longmont and staying at Chris and Joe’s new home. They said you are all invited to CO, they have a big finished basement and plenty of room.
I got to sit and watch it snow,( totally cool). Joe fed and spoiled me all week. We visited Este’s Park and saw the elk walking down the middle of the street.
;-> don't worry, we didn't buy a house.
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While I was there I was going through my mother’s papers, some of which got left behind. I came across an email that I had sent to her 10 years ago.
I had just survived one of those hideous lay-offs at the publishing company I worked for did occasionally to make the “street” happy. Some self-important author released a statement about his future plans, as leverage to get what he wanted from said company. The stock dropped by half it’s value in 3 hours. 400 were let go from the main office alone. 1 out of every 2 in my division.
Think about that scripture that talks about two men working in the field and one is taken and one left behind… (not that I believe in “the rapture”)
The email was about my new moment of faith: The day AFTER Passover kind of faith.
Think about the feeling the Israelites experienced walking out their doors THAT day. Seeing the land littered with the firstborn, thinking about the blood that saved them on the doorpost. It must have been exhilarating and terrifying at the same time. Only then could they walk out into the desert with their God.
God actually had me stay home on the day of the layoffs then. My boss and his boss both lost their jobs that day. Things got a little hairy after that, leading to me hurting my hands. But God provided all along that time.
I see the desert in those next ten years of my life, even if God was with me, leading me. I see the promised land now and I feel like I’m living in that blessing. I didn’t see it that day.
I had deep awe and respect for God’s plan as I walked out the door and felt the blood that was shed for me protecting the doorpost of my life.
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editor's note: I'm not preaching here-- we leave that to the skirts, my degree is from the school of experience, headmaster: Jesus Christ, Son of God.
2 comments:
Amen. Great thoughts. Come, promised land!
Isn't it cool how God let's certain things happen and when we cry, "Why, God?" He smiles and leads us through, all the while knowing that when we get to the other side we will be like, "OHHHH! THAT'S what You wanted to do! NOW I get it!" And He just smiles down at us. Yeah, been there. Very cool that you were able to have a little flashback into your past.
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