I know it’s March 1st, but I finally ordered some pictures from Christmas.
As I scanned through them I realized that so many of the pictures taken had our family adults kneeling or sitting on the floor engaging in eye to eye contact with our precious little ones.
I don’t seem to care a whole lot about what people think of me. There is picture after picture of me at a museum or in NYC and I’m down at kid level…engaging with these little lives that I love so much.
In my opinion, that is the best part. Engaging…eye to eye…sharing the moment.
I also love sitting quietly as well in the morning in my comfy chair (not necessarily on the floor) with my cup of coffee, my Bible and pen in hand… at His feet. I’m in this glorious stage of life where I can actually sit for as long as I want on most days. I can linger a little longer in His Word.
I was asked to speak at our annual women’s retreat last year. I often do a workshop for the women, but this particular year I was asked to be the main speaker for two of the four sessions. I was thrilled. I desire to be used of God and as He opens doors, I have told Him that I will walk through those doors.
I spoke both on Friday and Saturday evenings during the retreat. I didn’t feel a strong anointing or anything. I didn’t feel a high or a low. I just felt obedient. That was enough. It really wasn’t my business what God decided to do with each individual woman at the retreat. That was between He and she. I was obedient.
I walked away expecting the speaking part, the presentation of all God had given me to be my favorite part of the retreat, but it wasn’t.
The best part, the very best part was the seeking Him over the 6 months that led up to the retreat. I would sit at His feet and read and pray and take notes as I asked Him “what do you have for the women Lord, what do you have for me?”
That was my favorite part…the seeking Him part.
It’s addicting! Taste and See…
O the Lord is Good!
Luke 10:42 “but only one thing is needed. Mary has chosen what is better, and it will not be taken away from her.”