Almost There

She stopped in the hall way mid step, her arms laden with laundry her mind laden with lists.

The familiar Voice Whispered ” Almost There.”

“Every thing to a season. Everything in order”

“You are Almost There” He whispered.

She’d again been “setting her house in order” to the next level this season at a fast pace. Changing up  their physical home but more importantly, their emotional well-being. Allowing IAM to reach deep.

Acts 3:19-21

Yet always there was a renewing, a refreshing  breeze of  calm expectancy.

refreshing

Fairly certain IAM wasn’t referring to laundry or lists, she smiled.

She thought of the three recent families He had Blessed through her remnant~The One for Whom You Wait

(Certainly, there are some of you Dear Readers who may be uninformed or misinformed. You who might be tempted to think, for even a moment, keeping items from another life indicates hopes of returning, I would invite you to reconsider .You’ll hear more about this in future stories.  But I digress. Back to the Spiritual )~It is God’s timing not hers.

This morning , coffee in hand, waving as the last load of Blessing drove down her drive. She smiled.

Thoughts of the next season whirl in her head. Tears cascade, unchecked  each time she thinks of His plan, or more specifically the small bits He graciously reveals. Months prior she had humbly, obediently purchased flights to New Beginnings  on the wings of her very Big Faith and the Remnants of Days of  old.

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Pressing in, pressing on, pressing through.  Ghosts of Seasons past cleared  out.. new options to embrace…all by choice…at His invitation.

“Every thing to a season. Everything in order” .

Order is Heavens first rule~Alexander Pope

When there is nothing left private of ones being. No stories left untold. Past or Present. Nothing to “protect.” When standing totally transparent, “naked”, vulnerable, raw. Totally pliable.

He Whispers.

“You are Almost There”

Can you hear Him?

Until next time~Live Wisely. Live Well.
Shandra

Isaiah 64:8

Yet you, Lord, are our Father.
    We are the clay, you are the potter;
    we are all the work of your hand.

2 comments

  1. Your posts are always so meaningful and beautiful thanks for sharing! I also forget to let you know that I nominated you for the 2012 Blog of the Year Award. I posted it on my site at foreverpoetic.wordpress.com, on December the 7th. You are so deserving for what you bring to everyone with your beautiful spirit! Congratulations and God bless Shandra!

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    • Anyone who knows, would say I am rarely without words 🙂 But speechless I am. What a surprise and incredible honor. To Him be the Glory.Thank you so much. Shandra

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