…and I feel like I thought I would - like a zombie!
Yesterday was awesome. I’m still working on pics from Saturday and Sunday - a few of them are already on the “C3 ROCKS” page, and there are more on the “Women of C3″ blog.
So many people had great things to say about our first service in the theaters. Of course, Byron had some things to say - and then Barry Leather said this.
Darrell had this to say in his blog. And Ali said this about her family’s experience.
Music moves me. All night, the words to one of the songs we sang yesterday played over and over in my head.
“Closer” (by Charlie Hall):
Beautiful are the words spoken to me
Beautiful is the one who is speaking
Come in close, come in close and speak
Come in close, come closer to me
The power of Your words
are filled with grace and mercy
Let them fall on my ears and break my stony heart
Come in close, come in close and speak
Come in close, come closer to me…
For me, yesterday was about grace and mercy - and the power of the Words of God! Now I just need Him to come in closer, closer…and give me - give all of us the strength to keep up this pace.
So, today I’ll rest so that after this week of work, we can do it all over again next Sunday. I’m exhausted - but, the truth is, I can’t wait!
Because, “…beautiful are the words spoken to me” - and “beautiful is the One who is speaking”!
Peace and rest to you.
Psalm 63 (A psalm of David. When he was in the Desert of Judah.)
1 O God, you are my God,
earnestly I seek you;
my soul thirsts for you,
my body longs for you,
in a dry and weary land
where there is no water.
2 I have seen you in the sanctuary
and beheld your power and your glory.
3 Because your love is better than life,
my lips will glorify you.
4 I will praise you as long as I live,
and in your name I will lift up my hands.
5 My soul will be satisfied as with the richest of foods;
with singing lips my mouth will praise you.
6 On my bed I remember you;
I think of you through the watches of the night.
7 Because you are my help,
I sing in the shadow of your wings.
8 My soul clings to you;
your right hand upholds me.
9 They who seek my life will be destroyed;
they will go down to the depths of the earth.
10 They will be given over to the sword
and become food for jackals.
11 But the king will rejoice in God;
all who swear by God’s name will praise him,
while the mouths of liars will be silenced.
Peace.
i can’t sleep - it’s too cold.
byron says I’m allergic to cold - maybe…
i do love the “trappings” of cold weather - they’re very romantic to me - a fire, wool sweaters and socks, hot chocolate…
…but the realities aren’t so romantic - more like…stressful. i brought in the plants, covered my roses, made beds for all the pets, made sure that the kids are dressed warmly enough…but still. there are things that i worry about that i can’t change or control. i keep thinking about those who have nowhere to go…the homeless. byron and i spent some time driving to the places where i’ve seen some who are homeless - he said we could get blankets, coats, etc…and hand them out. we never found anyone. i should’ve planned ahead. tomorrow i will check into how to help. i know the coalition for the homeless is doing a great work here in central florida. i want to help…
so, for tonight, i will pray for everyone without a home such as i enjoy - and i’m reminded to be more thankful for what i have. and i’m reminded that i need to be more involved - find more ways to help…
…otherwise i just become blind to it - numb in the hard freeze.
have peace tonight.
They’re changing the locks on Byron’s office today.
I’ve been up since 4, so I’m beyond tired - but…
…they’re changing the locks today, so we had to make sure we’re completely “out”.
It does feel…weird - the finality of it all.
Of course, we’re excited about the move - there’s mostly that, but also a little being overwhelmed and the tiniest bit being terrified. It’s a little like jumping off a cliff with no safety clips or ropes…no safety net - like “free falling”…
But, I’ll have to process how I’m feeling about all this another time. There’s too much “else” to do today.
Byron spoke on Nehemiah Sunday morning.
So, I was reminded that no matter what happens: Sandballot’s abuse (Ren & Stimpy), difficulty, exhaustion, working while carrying your “sword” - no matter what, we don’t come down off the wall…ever.
I just have to pray, like Nehemiah, “…strengthen our hands.”
Strengthen me.
Peace.
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