Feel the preserving encircling of
Christ around you and start praying and praising and thanking and worshipping.
Stand in the rising, twisting storm — and let Him gently wring an unforgettable
worship from our hearts.
These
words came from Ann Voskamp blog Holy Experience
The
wring that it is referring to is the tears we shed. Sometimes the ones we just
simply cannot stop. That was the case this weekend. When I went to bed on
Saturday evening I thought something just isn’t sounding right with the
furnace. But gave it to God to deal with and tried to sleep. At 12:30 AM still
sounded terrible. At 3 AM I woke to a room of smoke and quickly called my
parents, and carried Sophie out the door. The furnace quit. A fire inside burnt
wires up, a motor ruined and something called a blower box. Around $700.
Later
that same day I lost power at part of my house and found a power strip
overheating and throwing sparks and smoking. The emotions of having to figure
out all this lowered me to my face.
I
couldn’t function, I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t…and God knew it.
HE took
over, HE caused me to survive a very difficult week. I praise God from this
side of those days that HE gave me the strength of my dad and the help of him
as well.
When I
think of the things that could have happened I’m sick inside again and my
thoughts seem to stop and God comes in touches me and I breathe again.
God is
giving me CPR (Constantly Providing Relief) quite frequently now. The nudge, a
sign, a thought, anything that keeps me saying “ah it’s YOU”.
That’s where I am at. Leaning on the everlasting arms…repeating,
rejoicing with the verse from “Victory In Jesus”, especially the lines of “And then
I cried, "Dear Jesus,
Come and heal my broken
spirit,"
And somehow Jesus came and
brought
To me the
victory.”
All God’s doing not any of my own. I’m blessed, I struggle, I cry, I
wonder, and I may question, but. I. Am. Blessed.
Much love, Me.
