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Master Planned!

Soothing strains of Enya meander throughout the quiet of my family room - William is napping, kids are at school - I have a few moments of quiet pinned together (:
I'm sitting at a table, piled high with papers of "important/non-urgent, important/urgent, urgent/non-important" items to delve into.
Yet, I find myself drawn back to my morning devotions, I rushed through them a bit as I was running late for something, but, I remembered my spirit resonating with the verses. What did they say? What did I hear the Spirit whispering into my soul...even now calling me gently to read again and to SEE!!
The chirping of cheerful birdies in my backyard seem to second the resounding sound of angelic voices streaming from my speaker - today my heart sings despite my circumstances! I will choose joy!!

Tracing my fingers over the ancient, vibrant words... penned so long ago, yet divined for my needs today.
"...the Lord your God...went in the way before you to search out a place for you to pitch your tents, to show you the way you should go..." Deut 1:32-33

My heart throbs with the slow, plodding strains of the piano harmony drifting around me. "My circumstances... God knows and has planned out a way for me... thank You Father, thank You for shutting doors and shining light...and thank You for giving me peace that is passing MY understanding!!"

"As an eagle stirs up its nest, hovers over its young, spreading out its wings, taking them up, carrying them on its wings, so the Lord alone led him..." Deut 32:11-12

Tears prick my eyelids as the reality of these beautiful, precious words spread like balm into my turbulent soul, I blink and read the next verses, personalizing them.

"The steps of a good man are ordered by the Lord, and He delights in [my] way. Though [I] fall, [I] shall not be utterly cast down; for the Lord upholds [me]." Psalm 37:23-24

"[I] know that all things work together for good to those who love God, to those who are called according to His purpose" Rom 8:28

::Deep Breath::

Okay! Continue on with life, knowing all the while that God, GOD, has a master plan for my life -- SO thankful!!

"Time would fail me to tell of Gideon, Barak, Sampson and Jephthah, also of David & Samuel and the prophets: who through faith subdued kingdoms, worked righteousness, obtained promises, stopped the mouths of lions, quenched the violence of fire, escaped the edge of the sword, out of weakness were made strong, became valiant in battle, turned to flight the armies of the aliens." Heb 11:32-34


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  1. Aaaahhh, I feel blessed and refreshed after reading this. It's been a rough hour or so and your post was very uplifting.

    Love, hugs and prayers for you and your family.

    FlowerLady

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