I usually start my post off with a Bible verse. It seems I get so much inspiration from God's Word. I get inspiration from life.
Well, it's Tuesday Morning and after the day this family had yesterday I can't bear for today to be a normal day. My normal morning routine is this, the clock goes off about 6:30 then again at 6:45. I go and make sure Hannah is awake then I put the coffee on and wait for her to get out of the shower (usually 30 minutes, gees!!) then I go to Ashley's door and make sure she's awake. The coffee is usually done so while I enjoy my first cup I begin cooking breakfast while watching Good Morning America. These are the moments I treasure.
Today Hannah did not get up on time and has decided that I will take her to school later since she is exhausted from the Disney trip over the weekend. Ashley is also sleeping in and wants to be woken later since she is still exhausted from the Crown Jewel Conference this past weekend.
I am sitting here with my first cup of coffee watching Good Morning America. Breakfast is done and sitting on the counter for the girls. Will they remember these times when they are old? Will they remember the little things I did for them without them even asking? My hevenly Father is giving me lots of pokes and prods this morning. I didn't sleep well because I felt like my heart would explode. How can I possibly show enough gratitude for the little things that He does for me? How can I ever be grateful enough for the big things that I do ask for? I read the scripture about how God cares for the sparrows and wonder if that applies to everyone of just a select few. My total freak out over the weekend seems so far away today.
People who know me well know that I am an eternal pesimist. I always seem to see the glass half empty. (It really is half empty, fool) That comes from my childhood and from parents who taught me not to get too excited about anything because it probably won't happen or every silver lining has a black cloud in front of it.
I am sitting here in my living room and am overwhelmed with thanks and praise. There are other issues that I am unsure of; I don't know for sure how we will handle the car payment and buy groceries. I am sure of this though; God cares about me. He really does. I am overwhelmed today and it's only Tuesday. I am not overwhelmed not because of bills and unemployment that looms in the distance. I am overwhelmed that a God so big and so awesome can also be intimate and awesome. I woke up on Monday thinking, "gees, another week of "retirement". I don't think that way today. I feel a scense of hope that I haven't had in a while.
Well, I have to go. The girls are stirring and are ready for breakfast.
Blessings
Allen
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Monday, April 27, 2009
DUH!
Matthew 6:25-34 (New International Version)
Do Not Worry
25"Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more important than food, and the body more important than clothes? 26Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? 27Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life[a]?
28"And why do you worry about clothes? See how the lilies of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. 29Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. 30If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith? 31So do not worry, saying, 'What shall we eat?' or 'What shall we drink?' or 'What shall we wear?' 32For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. 33But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. 34Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.
Why do I ever doubt God? I spent this whole past weekend moping around and all anxious and stuff because Hannah's Prom is next weekend and we didn't have the money to order her dress. She had written an essay to try and win a dress from this place call Windsor Store but the results of the contest were supposed to be posted on Friday. All day Friday Hannah kept calling me and texting me to see if there was any news. NOTHING!!!! All day Saturday I checked. Still nothing. I had pretty much resigned myself to the fact that this was not going to happen. I had a serious conversation with God on Saturday. I told Him, "I haven't ask for anything. When I lost my job I didn't ask you to save my house. I didn't ask you to save my car. I haven't ask for anything but that You would bring Yourself glory. I am asking you now for Hannah's Prom dress. This is not just a want. This is Hannah and this is a need. Hannah needs to know what You can do. We all feel forsaken and forgotten at times but Hannah more than any of us. Micah is Micah. Ashley can take care of herself but Hannah doesn't settle. She knows what she wants and only wants that. God, I am asking for Hannah a Prom dress." I left my knees and continued on with my worrying.
I was at Co-op this morning telling someone this same story. I came home after that and still I worried. It seems that all this faith talking is only good when I'm in front of people which is pretty much what I asked God for when we were laid off in the first place. I asked Him to not let us fall apart in front of people. That we would be an example of faith and God's provision. We have spent many anxious hours worrying and fall completely apart at home but for the most part, we have been able to keep a brave face. My responce to anyone who ask us how we are doing is, "We're doing ok". Inside I'm screaming, "I'm not ok. I need a flippin' job!!!" I don't know if actually saying those words aloud would bring God honor of not.
Anyway, to the point of this extremely long story....We came home this afternoon; I got on the computer, checked my email and still no word from Windsor Store. I had decided that I would go ahead and order the dress even though we really couldn't afford to do so. We needed to pay bills and buy groceries and normal survival things but I just couldn't stand to look in Hannah's face another day to give her bad news. I asked Patricia if she would call and ask if we could get a break on the shipping and get a guarantee that we could get it before Saturday. After explaining to the lady at Windsor Store out situation and what we wanted they informed us that Hannah had not been selected for the Cinderella Project. She put her on hold a couple of times and after the whole thing was over the lady told Patricia that they had decided to make Hannah a Cinderella Project winner and provide her with the dress of her choice. We told them the dress that Hannah had picked out. The had one in her size and are mailing it out today to be here Thursday!!! Is that flippin' awesome or what?
Anyway. I don't understand why I spend so much time worrying when God has my back. GOD HAS MY BACK!!!
Blessings
Allen
Do Not Worry
25"Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more important than food, and the body more important than clothes? 26Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? 27Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life[a]?
28"And why do you worry about clothes? See how the lilies of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. 29Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. 30If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith? 31So do not worry, saying, 'What shall we eat?' or 'What shall we drink?' or 'What shall we wear?' 32For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. 33But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. 34Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.
Why do I ever doubt God? I spent this whole past weekend moping around and all anxious and stuff because Hannah's Prom is next weekend and we didn't have the money to order her dress. She had written an essay to try and win a dress from this place call Windsor Store but the results of the contest were supposed to be posted on Friday. All day Friday Hannah kept calling me and texting me to see if there was any news. NOTHING!!!! All day Saturday I checked. Still nothing. I had pretty much resigned myself to the fact that this was not going to happen. I had a serious conversation with God on Saturday. I told Him, "I haven't ask for anything. When I lost my job I didn't ask you to save my house. I didn't ask you to save my car. I haven't ask for anything but that You would bring Yourself glory. I am asking you now for Hannah's Prom dress. This is not just a want. This is Hannah and this is a need. Hannah needs to know what You can do. We all feel forsaken and forgotten at times but Hannah more than any of us. Micah is Micah. Ashley can take care of herself but Hannah doesn't settle. She knows what she wants and only wants that. God, I am asking for Hannah a Prom dress." I left my knees and continued on with my worrying.
I was at Co-op this morning telling someone this same story. I came home after that and still I worried. It seems that all this faith talking is only good when I'm in front of people which is pretty much what I asked God for when we were laid off in the first place. I asked Him to not let us fall apart in front of people. That we would be an example of faith and God's provision. We have spent many anxious hours worrying and fall completely apart at home but for the most part, we have been able to keep a brave face. My responce to anyone who ask us how we are doing is, "We're doing ok". Inside I'm screaming, "I'm not ok. I need a flippin' job!!!" I don't know if actually saying those words aloud would bring God honor of not.
Anyway, to the point of this extremely long story....We came home this afternoon; I got on the computer, checked my email and still no word from Windsor Store. I had decided that I would go ahead and order the dress even though we really couldn't afford to do so. We needed to pay bills and buy groceries and normal survival things but I just couldn't stand to look in Hannah's face another day to give her bad news. I asked Patricia if she would call and ask if we could get a break on the shipping and get a guarantee that we could get it before Saturday. After explaining to the lady at Windsor Store out situation and what we wanted they informed us that Hannah had not been selected for the Cinderella Project. She put her on hold a couple of times and after the whole thing was over the lady told Patricia that they had decided to make Hannah a Cinderella Project winner and provide her with the dress of her choice. We told them the dress that Hannah had picked out. The had one in her size and are mailing it out today to be here Thursday!!! Is that flippin' awesome or what?
Anyway. I don't understand why I spend so much time worrying when God has my back. GOD HAS MY BACK!!!
Blessings
Allen
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Obedience with your whole heart
2 Chronicles 25:2 Amaziah did what was pleasing in the Lord's sight, but not wholeheartedly.
I was reading my devotional a few days ago which happened to be based on 2 Chronicles 25-26. When i first saw the passage I thought, "Great, still in 2 Chronicles". As soon as I got to verse two I was already convicted. I had just beem guilty of the same thing as Amaziah. I was taking time to be in the Word but I wasn't doing it wholeheartedly. I was doing what was pleasing to the Lord but I wasn't doing it with a pure heart. I was in the Word because of the obligation. We are supposed to be in the Word, right? We are supposed to go to church, right?
How many times I get in the car on Sunday morning and think how badly I need something powerful from God. How much I desire to hear His voice and experience Him and a fresh, new way. But that is not the reason I go to church. I go out of obligation. I am not going because I love God or His people. As I sit here writing this I am listening to Natalie Grant's "The Real Me". How appropriate. God knows the real me and that is scary. He knows that all the "things" I do are not all done with a pure heart. Sometimes I do things to get attention. Sometimes I do things to gain applause. I've worked hard to develop my craft, it's ok to show off once in a while, right? It's ok to accept a pat on the back once in a while, right?
I think that is what Amaziah thought too. As long as he obeyed the law of the Lord that's all that mattered. He didn't take into account his heart and that God would rather have one deed done with a pure heart than a thousand sacrifices without.
So, I have been pretty beaten up. I have been very vocal in my opinions about the "worship" in most churches. I have voiced my opinion about the "Worship Leaders" taking the stage in churches today with their freshly whitened teeth and their tanned faces. Worship has become a gimmick used to get people into church and worship leaders are using their responsibilities as a means to showcase their talents and the abilities of their bands all the time raising their hands as an offering of praise and worship as they crack the corner of their eye to make sure the congregation is watching. I think Benny Hinn and others in the healing business would call that "Priming The Pump". They are accustomed to throwing a "fake" in every so often to pime the pump and to increase the faith of the congregation.
Anyway, when the book of my life is written, I don't want the words to be, "Allen did what was pleasing to the Lord, but not wholeheartedly". I want it to say, "Allen, loved the Lord with all his heart, soul and mind and had a deep to desire to know God as deeply as a human being possibly can this side of heaven. He read the Word not out of obligation but out of a sincere desire to know God. He was a passionate worshipper and sang and played not to showcase His talents and abilities but to lead God's people to a place of worship of a God Who was truely worthy".
Maybe that's a lot to ask.
Blessings
Allen
I was reading my devotional a few days ago which happened to be based on 2 Chronicles 25-26. When i first saw the passage I thought, "Great, still in 2 Chronicles". As soon as I got to verse two I was already convicted. I had just beem guilty of the same thing as Amaziah. I was taking time to be in the Word but I wasn't doing it wholeheartedly. I was doing what was pleasing to the Lord but I wasn't doing it with a pure heart. I was in the Word because of the obligation. We are supposed to be in the Word, right? We are supposed to go to church, right?
How many times I get in the car on Sunday morning and think how badly I need something powerful from God. How much I desire to hear His voice and experience Him and a fresh, new way. But that is not the reason I go to church. I go out of obligation. I am not going because I love God or His people. As I sit here writing this I am listening to Natalie Grant's "The Real Me". How appropriate. God knows the real me and that is scary. He knows that all the "things" I do are not all done with a pure heart. Sometimes I do things to get attention. Sometimes I do things to gain applause. I've worked hard to develop my craft, it's ok to show off once in a while, right? It's ok to accept a pat on the back once in a while, right?
I think that is what Amaziah thought too. As long as he obeyed the law of the Lord that's all that mattered. He didn't take into account his heart and that God would rather have one deed done with a pure heart than a thousand sacrifices without.
So, I have been pretty beaten up. I have been very vocal in my opinions about the "worship" in most churches. I have voiced my opinion about the "Worship Leaders" taking the stage in churches today with their freshly whitened teeth and their tanned faces. Worship has become a gimmick used to get people into church and worship leaders are using their responsibilities as a means to showcase their talents and the abilities of their bands all the time raising their hands as an offering of praise and worship as they crack the corner of their eye to make sure the congregation is watching. I think Benny Hinn and others in the healing business would call that "Priming The Pump". They are accustomed to throwing a "fake" in every so often to pime the pump and to increase the faith of the congregation.
Anyway, when the book of my life is written, I don't want the words to be, "Allen did what was pleasing to the Lord, but not wholeheartedly". I want it to say, "Allen, loved the Lord with all his heart, soul and mind and had a deep to desire to know God as deeply as a human being possibly can this side of heaven. He read the Word not out of obligation but out of a sincere desire to know God. He was a passionate worshipper and sang and played not to showcase His talents and abilities but to lead God's people to a place of worship of a God Who was truely worthy".
Maybe that's a lot to ask.
Blessings
Allen
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Awesome Architecture
1 Chronicles 2:5
This will be a magnificent Temple because our God is an awesome God, greater than any other.
I remember back when I was in the ministry full time that I would spend hours each day praying. One of my most common prayers what that God would fill the temple with His presence. I would read the stories of the Tabernacle and find my heart longing for the Shekinah; the manifested presence of God. My desire was that God's presence would be so evident in our services that the mountains would shake and people would be forced to their faces in worship. I guess that desire wasn't all bad. There were times when I would feel like God was so close to coming and taking control of everything and then a baby would cry or somebody would leave for the bathroom or a smoke break. "How disrespectful", I thought.
I remember praying this same prayer one day and I stopped because I just couldn't pray this prayer anymore. I couldn't understand why God had neglected my prayer. I was beginning to get angry about it. This particular day I stopped praying because God interupted me. I had come to the point of exhaustion and had no more words to say. All I could do was lay across the stage in the Worship Center and remain quiet. It's funny that when you get quiet that God is the most vocal. I could hear Him saying "Boy, I answer this prayer every Sunday morning". How could I have missed that!!! God had manifested Himself and I missed it? I was astounded and outraged. I asked, "How did I miss Your presence? Am I so out of touch that I didn't even see You when you came?" He said, "Everytime my people come into this building the Temple is filled with my presence because my presence dwells in the hearts of believers". Our bodies are the Temple of God. That speaks volumes to me. These verses in 1 Chronicles are the words of Solomon. God had appointed him to build a magnificent temple in which His people could worship. Solomon so wanted to honor God that no expense was spared. The best trees, the best gold, the best silver. The Temple was a site to behold. There could be no question that this Temple was for the worship of Jehovah, the God Who created everything. The God who parted the Red Sea. The God who filled the Tabernacle in the desert. There could be no mistaking this temple for one of the temples of the pagan Gods. Even though his image was not there His presence was.
Well, history will tell you that this temple was distroyed. Long before the presence of God had left. The Temple building would be distroyed, built back and destroyed again. The "religion" of Israel would become an object of mocking. Then another Temple of God was built. After the resurrection of Jesus the Holy Spirit came and filled the believers. We are told that we are the temple of God. The very presence of God inhabits us. There should be no mistake that our temples belong to the One True God. There should be nothing that would lead others to beleive that we belong to anyone else but the God of creation.
So what does this mean? I am under such conviction about this. I have not taken care of the temple of God. Sure I read the Bible, I only read Christian books. I go to church and even sing on the Praise Team. All the time still praying that God would fill the temple. It's hard for God to fill me when I'm full of cheesecake and Diet Coke.
My conviction is this. I must take the steps to allow God to be honored with the Temple He inhabits. Only then will the cloud rest above my head and the pillar of fire light my way.
God I want to honor You with all of my being. I want my temple to be a magnificent temple because You are an awesome God, greater then any other.
Blessings
Allen
This will be a magnificent Temple because our God is an awesome God, greater than any other.
I remember back when I was in the ministry full time that I would spend hours each day praying. One of my most common prayers what that God would fill the temple with His presence. I would read the stories of the Tabernacle and find my heart longing for the Shekinah; the manifested presence of God. My desire was that God's presence would be so evident in our services that the mountains would shake and people would be forced to their faces in worship. I guess that desire wasn't all bad. There were times when I would feel like God was so close to coming and taking control of everything and then a baby would cry or somebody would leave for the bathroom or a smoke break. "How disrespectful", I thought.
I remember praying this same prayer one day and I stopped because I just couldn't pray this prayer anymore. I couldn't understand why God had neglected my prayer. I was beginning to get angry about it. This particular day I stopped praying because God interupted me. I had come to the point of exhaustion and had no more words to say. All I could do was lay across the stage in the Worship Center and remain quiet. It's funny that when you get quiet that God is the most vocal. I could hear Him saying "Boy, I answer this prayer every Sunday morning". How could I have missed that!!! God had manifested Himself and I missed it? I was astounded and outraged. I asked, "How did I miss Your presence? Am I so out of touch that I didn't even see You when you came?" He said, "Everytime my people come into this building the Temple is filled with my presence because my presence dwells in the hearts of believers". Our bodies are the Temple of God. That speaks volumes to me. These verses in 1 Chronicles are the words of Solomon. God had appointed him to build a magnificent temple in which His people could worship. Solomon so wanted to honor God that no expense was spared. The best trees, the best gold, the best silver. The Temple was a site to behold. There could be no question that this Temple was for the worship of Jehovah, the God Who created everything. The God who parted the Red Sea. The God who filled the Tabernacle in the desert. There could be no mistaking this temple for one of the temples of the pagan Gods. Even though his image was not there His presence was.
Well, history will tell you that this temple was distroyed. Long before the presence of God had left. The Temple building would be distroyed, built back and destroyed again. The "religion" of Israel would become an object of mocking. Then another Temple of God was built. After the resurrection of Jesus the Holy Spirit came and filled the believers. We are told that we are the temple of God. The very presence of God inhabits us. There should be no mistake that our temples belong to the One True God. There should be nothing that would lead others to beleive that we belong to anyone else but the God of creation.
So what does this mean? I am under such conviction about this. I have not taken care of the temple of God. Sure I read the Bible, I only read Christian books. I go to church and even sing on the Praise Team. All the time still praying that God would fill the temple. It's hard for God to fill me when I'm full of cheesecake and Diet Coke.
My conviction is this. I must take the steps to allow God to be honored with the Temple He inhabits. Only then will the cloud rest above my head and the pillar of fire light my way.
God I want to honor You with all of my being. I want my temple to be a magnificent temple because You are an awesome God, greater then any other.
Blessings
Allen
Thursday, April 2, 2009
The Shack
I just finished reading The Shack. I don't know what to say....this book is packed with so much that it is hard to take it in. For the past few weeks while I was reading the book I found myself thinking about the lessons contained in it. I don't want to give away anything but I will say this. I found that the conversations between Mack and God that went on for chapters a little monotinouse at times and found myself about to flip forward a few pages. Each time I was tempted to do so I felt that God was telling me not to skip one word of this book. As I continued to read I found almost every time that there was something powerful written within the text of what I almost skipped over.
I am a very passionate person and since I am a musician I guess tend to be in touch with my sensitive side. I found myself having to close the book and take time to weep uncontrollably. It is hard for me to think of God in such a personal and intimate way. Even though I have been teaching for years that God wants and desired that kind of relationship with us I always thought that excluded me. I can't imagine God referring to me and saying, "I am especially fond of that one". I suppose that this book is the first step on a journey for me. A journey that will drawy me close to God. Not a big and mighty God, even though He is big and mighty, but a real, walk with me, talk with me God. A God that I can call Papa. www.theshackbook.com
I have been trying to write a song for weeks that I can't seem to get down on paper. Sometimes the words come easy for me. Most of the time the melody comes at the same time. Each time I sit down to the piano I seem to be so clogged with what I want to say. I can't seem to get the poetic flow or the words out. I guess I could send this idea to Taylor Swift and then it wouldn't matter if it rhymed or had any poetic flow. LOL!
A few weeks ago we attended a youth service and one of the kids gave a brief testimony about his dad being away serving in Iraq. He told a story about when his dad came home after one of his deployments. He said that all the soldiers got off the plane and began to walk toward their families and out of the sea of tan he spotted his dad. He recongnized him by the way he walked. I grabbed my pen and pad and wrote down, "I know the way He walks". My impression was that in the sea of all the distractions and things that fight to gain our attention that we can cut through the maze of people and things and recognize the Father by the way He walks. Those of us who have a history of God walking close to us, taking care of us in unexplainable ways and carrying us through unimaginable circumstances know what I am saying. We know God in such a way that we can recognize His walk because we have walked with him, we know His voice because we have heard it many times before and we know the way He speak to us.
I was taking my daily walk around my neigborhood the other day and I felt God saying to me, "I started giving you the inspiration and background for this song several years ago. All of a sudden my mind was taken back to a time years ago when Patricia and I had taken a group of kids to Super WOW in Jekyll Island. I was taking a much needed walk to get a break from the stress of tending to 30 plus teenager and chaperones. One of my kids from a previous youth group that I had taught in 9th grade was serving on staff that year. She came by on her bike and said, "I thought I recognized that walk". It never even registered with me what she had just said. It always seemed that I learned so much more from my kids than they learned from me. This just reminds me that God is always weaving. He is always working toward bringing honor to Himself. Sometimes it takes years.
I still have no idea how this song will be written. I have so many thoughts. One direction is to concentrate on how our lives are to be lived in faithfulness. Our walk of faith should be recognized by those around us. The other direction is to concentrate on God's faithfulness and how our relationship with Him should such that we should be able to recognize His walk.
It is no secret that our family has had our share of trials. But as we look back over the history that we have with our loving Father that we can see Him working and weaving. Our prayer now is that we won't just see Him when we get through this time of unemployment and uncertainty but that we will see Him ON THE ROAD. That we will be able to cut through the maze of people and things and situations and circumstances and pick Him out because we know the way He walks.
Blessings
Allen
I am a very passionate person and since I am a musician I guess tend to be in touch with my sensitive side. I found myself having to close the book and take time to weep uncontrollably. It is hard for me to think of God in such a personal and intimate way. Even though I have been teaching for years that God wants and desired that kind of relationship with us I always thought that excluded me. I can't imagine God referring to me and saying, "I am especially fond of that one". I suppose that this book is the first step on a journey for me. A journey that will drawy me close to God. Not a big and mighty God, even though He is big and mighty, but a real, walk with me, talk with me God. A God that I can call Papa. www.theshackbook.com
I have been trying to write a song for weeks that I can't seem to get down on paper. Sometimes the words come easy for me. Most of the time the melody comes at the same time. Each time I sit down to the piano I seem to be so clogged with what I want to say. I can't seem to get the poetic flow or the words out. I guess I could send this idea to Taylor Swift and then it wouldn't matter if it rhymed or had any poetic flow. LOL!
A few weeks ago we attended a youth service and one of the kids gave a brief testimony about his dad being away serving in Iraq. He told a story about when his dad came home after one of his deployments. He said that all the soldiers got off the plane and began to walk toward their families and out of the sea of tan he spotted his dad. He recongnized him by the way he walked. I grabbed my pen and pad and wrote down, "I know the way He walks". My impression was that in the sea of all the distractions and things that fight to gain our attention that we can cut through the maze of people and things and recognize the Father by the way He walks. Those of us who have a history of God walking close to us, taking care of us in unexplainable ways and carrying us through unimaginable circumstances know what I am saying. We know God in such a way that we can recognize His walk because we have walked with him, we know His voice because we have heard it many times before and we know the way He speak to us.
I was taking my daily walk around my neigborhood the other day and I felt God saying to me, "I started giving you the inspiration and background for this song several years ago. All of a sudden my mind was taken back to a time years ago when Patricia and I had taken a group of kids to Super WOW in Jekyll Island. I was taking a much needed walk to get a break from the stress of tending to 30 plus teenager and chaperones. One of my kids from a previous youth group that I had taught in 9th grade was serving on staff that year. She came by on her bike and said, "I thought I recognized that walk". It never even registered with me what she had just said. It always seemed that I learned so much more from my kids than they learned from me. This just reminds me that God is always weaving. He is always working toward bringing honor to Himself. Sometimes it takes years.
I still have no idea how this song will be written. I have so many thoughts. One direction is to concentrate on how our lives are to be lived in faithfulness. Our walk of faith should be recognized by those around us. The other direction is to concentrate on God's faithfulness and how our relationship with Him should such that we should be able to recognize His walk.
It is no secret that our family has had our share of trials. But as we look back over the history that we have with our loving Father that we can see Him working and weaving. Our prayer now is that we won't just see Him when we get through this time of unemployment and uncertainty but that we will see Him ON THE ROAD. That we will be able to cut through the maze of people and things and situations and circumstances and pick Him out because we know the way He walks.
Blessings
Allen
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