When I wrote in my journal a little while ago, I felt my spirit pouring out gratitude; the “deep crying out to deep”. While I am in the midst of the busyness of my days, and the tasks at hand, my thoughts often turn to Jesus, and if the task is mindless, my lips may even be whispering prayers, and my ears tuned for His voice, but for the bulk of the day, my attention, and definitely my hands belong to the work (which I love, by the way). But then it comes time to give in to what my spirit thirsts for, and enjoys the most; the opportunity to turn mind, will, emotion and action in God’s direction. Like a horse running toward the stable, or like coming up for air after holding your breath underwater for too long. This morning when I sat still and devoted my time and my pen, this was the cry…
“Thank you, Lord, for your Word. Thank you for the truth , and the strength and power imparted into my life when I walk in it. Thank you for your blood; its cleansing power and its healing of my mind and body. Thank you for your Spirit; your illuminating presence. Thank you for the order, provision, direction and revelation you bring. You truly are the treasure of all time…May your name be lifted high in praise and awe.”
It spilled out for a couple of pages, and my mind, my will, my emotions and my actions were all in a line. All in a line.
We had a fun Thanksgiving week around here. Dave took the week off and we all enjoyed spending the extra time together. We did a bit of Christmas shopping (well, it was more like browsing), picked up a few last grocery items for the feast, and worked together to clean the house, set the table and prepare the food for our family gathering. I must admit that I always get a bit nervous (ok, I freak out and lose sleep. Just kidding…maybe) about the turkey and trimmings all turning out right, and everything being done at the same time. Depending on who hosted last, it’s been at least a year since I last prepared a turkey dinner, and for crying out loud…the pressure on this meal being all that everyone dreams it will be, well it’s enough to make me joke about having pizza next year…heh, heh, heh. Perhaps some of this year’s trepidation came from me daring to mess with the revered family stuffing recipe. Yep, I threw caution to the wind. I omitted and added as if I had every right to. In the end, everything turned out beautifully, just like Dave assured me it would, and I even received compliments on the stuffing. It’s always that way…worrying over nothing. I’m sure none of you do that. I need to be more like you 🙂
Anyway, now we’re on to Christmas. We decorated the house yesterday, and it’s all warm and fuzzy feeling with Christmas music and hot cocoa and such. Now comes the task of keeping our heads “in the game”. I know I’ve quoted him more than once, but our former pastor’s line is worth repeating. He used to say, “The main thing is to make the main thing the main thing. It’s no small feat folks. I know you know what I’m talking about. With the calendar full, gifts to buy and wrap, goodies to bake, memories to make and correspondence with everyone we have ever known, we have to have the attitude of being willing to pitch it all, if that’s what it takes, in order to bow our heads and heart in worship of Jesus. Man, I love Him!
You’re IT Lord. Help us through the maze of distractions, and show us how to make you the “main thing”.