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.
Yet always there was a renewing, a refreshing breeze of calm expectancy.
Fairly certain IAM wasn’t referring to laundry or lists, she smiled.
(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.
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.
“You are Almost There”
Can you hear Him?
Until next time~Live Wisely. Live Well.
Yet you, Lord, are our Father.
We are the clay, you are the potter;
we are all the work of your hand.