tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4063575672808296948.post1060910140860219911..comments2022-11-05T06:02:53.418-07:00Comments on Dawn Ponderings: Anchoring Fickle to FaithfulLindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16682029173527471837noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4063575672808296948.post-19796650052447806592016-02-29T10:47:56.561-08:002016-02-29T10:47:56.561-08:00Nann...
ASK. This is one of the words that keeps ...Nann...<br />ASK. This is one of the words that keeps ringing in my ears lately. Yes, I believe you're onto something. I can get all tangled up in my own trying to figure things out when the answer is really contingent on asking, and listening, and meditating on Truth...Thank you for stopping by and for sharing your own story ( ;Lindahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16682029173527471837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4063575672808296948.post-39729806038912752162016-02-29T10:44:30.665-08:002016-02-29T10:44:30.665-08:00"He is the author I am just the alphabet.&quo..."He is the author I am just the alphabet."<br />It's perhaps a little like playing Scrabble though, at any given time there are only a limited number of letters to choose from ( ; We need the rest of the Body to be the complete alphabet.Hmmm... There I am, overthinking your wonderful metaphor. Thank you Meema, for your advice to a fellow clay pot from the perspective of years ahead. <br />His Utmost for my Highest is somewhere here in a box... may be a good idea for me to dig it out! The distinction he points out is one of faith, isn't it. So much hinges on faith. Nothing else matters. And there's no rest without it....Lord, increase my faith!Lindahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16682029173527471837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4063575672808296948.post-67316760079149118252016-02-28T12:41:19.201-08:002016-02-28T12:41:19.201-08:00Awe-inspiring truth is like fresh air. I can't...Awe-inspiring truth is like fresh air. I can't stop smiling. :-]<br /><br />meemahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09104303592278897991noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4063575672808296948.post-23311163496083482872016-02-28T11:47:11.106-08:002016-02-28T11:47:11.106-08:00I recently heard a teaching that touched me deeply...I recently heard a teaching that touched me deeply, even though it is very simple: Ask God for HIS understanding of your situation. <br /><br />As I pondered this, I realized the magnitude of the request. God - the All Mighty, the All Knowing, the Entirety of Wisdom, the Creator - please give me Your perspective on my issue. As I have been practicing this over the past couple weeks since hearing the teaching, the results are amazing. God has been answering in ways I never knew He would (the--you don't get because you don't ask thing).<br /><br />As I read your posting, I sensed you were aware of a similar thing . . . who God is and yet He promises to take note of each and every one of us! As you stated: "Fear not, for I have redeemed you; I have called you by name, you are Mine...created for My glory, whom I formed and made..." This is an awe-inspiring Truth. <br /><br />Thank you for posting -- I did not find it too long. I, too, can get carried away when verbalizing an experience I had with my Father! He just does that to me :)Nannhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02752706598297857540noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4063575672808296948.post-46533369625630404992016-02-28T03:12:03.697-08:002016-02-28T03:12:03.697-08:00The subtle difference between BEING God’s will ins...The subtle difference between BEING God’s will instead of constantly petitioning FOR God’s will in my life was a lesson God blessed me with via Oswald Chambers twenty years ago during a season of tribulation. I was in a Christian bookstore looking for solace in human writings and a book stood out - My Utmost for His Highest. It's been a good counsel that led me back to Scripture.<br /><br />All it means is that we listen, obey and trust, minute to minute as though we understand our faith in Him doesn’t need to wonder or struggle with ‘what if?’ or ‘what about?’ which is so very human. He uses us however He chooses but we are more pliable and at the ready when we aren’t always in our own way. What I never get over is finding out later that the tiniest, most imperfect thing I did, unconsciously obeying, made an impact. He is the potter I am the clay. He is the author I am just the alphabet. :-) meemahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09104303592278897991noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4063575672808296948.post-9642195641340112132016-02-27T20:36:23.071-08:002016-02-27T20:36:23.071-08:00Hi Michele,
Hope your Saturday went more smoothly ...Hi Michele,<br />Hope your Saturday went more smoothly than anticipated and that the Word met you where you needed it most. I am always glad to hear your thoughts. Keep up the good thinking!!Lindahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16682029173527471837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4063575672808296948.post-40773267482572102632016-02-27T20:34:28.674-08:002016-02-27T20:34:28.674-08:00Meema,
I discovered your reply first thing this mo...Meema,<br />I discovered your reply first thing this morning and just sat there in humbled gratitude at how God has chosen to meet me in my perplexities... and to answer my prayer written on the cover of my journal: "Make me know the way I should go, for to You, O Lord, I lift up my soul." Your words were like balm, an answer to prayer. Just BE, with no expectations... Just be. In this moment with these opportunities before me...Thank-you for your wise words. (And maybe I can learn to ignore some of the overthinking? It just prattles on...) The word picture was beautiful. Ha! if you have bifocals as I do this year, even the path at my feet can be blurry at times, but keeping my head up with my eyes on the trail just ahead of my feet works well. In fact, it's absolutely essential in CrossCountry skiing which we've been learning this winter. I was out at it this afternoon, thus my slowness to respond ( : <br />Thank you so much for taking time to offer your counsel. I so needed to hear it.Lindahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16682029173527471837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4063575672808296948.post-49964907355649114412016-02-27T13:47:43.509-08:002016-02-27T13:47:43.509-08:00I'm with both of you on this business of overt...I'm with both of you on this business of overthinking things. (In fact, my good husband tells me that's what I'm doing from time to time. . . he's nothing if not honest!) Thank you for bringing the beauty of Isaiah 40 into my day. I'm going to go right now and open to it and let its beauty wash over me on this crazy Saturday. I need to see God as bigger than I'm seeing Him right now. Michele Morinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03814119096056835884noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4063575672808296948.post-91486003930185279402016-02-27T06:17:16.294-08:002016-02-27T06:17:16.294-08:00I totally get it though I don’t think ‘fickle’ is ...I totally get it though I don’t think ‘fickle’ is the right descriptor. You might be an overthinker. It is the nature of poets/dreamers/philosophers to overthink things. I know this because I have been all of those for nearly seven decades. I have often referred to this condition as hyper-arting - a word I made up because there didn’t seem to be a way to explain how one corrals a concept other than to over own it, to gather too much and way more than enough in order to pare, hone, edit and fine-tune down to the very crux of the matter like a sculptor who begins with a huge chunk of marble that is chipped away to find the finished form.<br /><br />Yesterday I was sitting alone in a conference room waiting for a meeting. I didn’t want to be there. I wanted, instead, to be on the path in the art on the wall across from me. It led through a misty forest, striped with sunbeams, to a destination grayed out by distance. As I sat grumbling that I would rather be there than where I was, it occurred to me that I am on that path. <br /><br />All I can see for sure is the place to put my feet right in front of me and the boundaries on either side. I can’t even see clearly behind me anymore so right where everything is in focus is my only opportunity to consciously choose to unconsciously be God’s will. This means that I just be instead of constantly ask for His will in my life. Be. Just be with no expectations.<br /><br />Does this mean I stop overthinking things? Not even possible. God made me this way and I am what I am so I have to believe it’s okay so long as I can objectively evaluate my last handful of steps as fruit-bearing - even if all I did was drop seeds for someone behind me to reap. ;-}meemahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09104303592278897991noreply@blogger.com