You know my sitting down and my rising up;
You understand my thought afar off.
You comprehend my path and my lying down,
And are acquainted with all my ways.
My thoughts drifted all day to my upcoming group fellowship, to be held that evening. Without transportation and failing to prepare the night before, I tried to formulate a plan in my head how I was going to get my “stuff” together for this event. In frustration, I even contemplated not going so I would not have to inconvenience others and avoid the hassle.
I find that thoughts are like having an open mic in heaven. Never did I “bow my head and close my eyes” and talk to God about my dilemma. Why would God intervene in my silly, unorganized logistic problems?
My “T-mail,” my thoughts, are heard, and because God in omnipotent, omnipresent and just loves me to pieces…He makes a way.
|Well...It wasn't this dramatic, but still...|
In a team effort we sliced up fresh apples, rolled out a crust from scratch and made an unforgettably delicious apple bake. That was fun and fellowship in itself. Going on over to the gathering of friends that I spend every other Monday night with, we celebrated the oncoming Christmas season in dinner and blessings. How could I have missed this night?