:a small part, piece, or thing; especially: a brief quotable passage
Have you ever been in that place where you can see -- really see -- that Papa-God is obviously doing a new thing, and He's obviously including you, but you just aren't sure exactly what it is yet or what it all means?
Yeah, I'm sure that most of us have been there.
What do you usually do while you're in that place? When you're not sure what the dreams mean, but they keep coming? When you're seeing pregnant possibilities but haven't a clue about the due date or delivery? When you're getting what I call the links and winks but aren't sure what He's going to ultimately do with them? (Links and winks are those moments when you know Papa-God has divinely created a connection and He's loving so much that you're seeing the connections--even if you're clueless to what they mean--that He actually grins and winks at you.)
I'm sure you pray. But if you're like me, sometimes it's hard to know exactly how to pray or what to pray. Often when I'm in that place, I find myself leafing back through the notes and letters I've written to Papa in previous days (sometimes previous years) and I use those words. Not in a pharisaical, formulaic way, but in a praying-my-own-psalms kind of way. And I find great comfort and peace in walking back through those words written in previous, quiet, hot-chocolate moments with Him. (At Casita 422, anything going on before 5 AM warrants hot chocolate; after 5, I hit brew on the coffee pot.)
I'm in that waiting and watching place right now. (Maybe you're there, too. And, actually, in my case, I'm waiting and watching but also wondering what steps of preparation to take as I feel my way through the safe-but-dark, as-yet unknown.) So I found myself reading those earlier pages this morning, and I thought that for the next few days (or weeks), I'd share some snippets with you. Intimate, honest, sometimes raw soul snippets. My snippets speak for my heart, warm me, encourage me, remind me of what I need and from Whom I need it. Maybe they will do the same for you.
23 July 2010
How long has it been since I've actually told You, "Papa, take this day -- it is Yours to do with as You see fit"? Too long. Too long. Why do I hold so tightly to what is not mine to begin with? To what I cannot keep anyway? Craziness. Insanity . . . Humanity! (Ah, this damned tent.)
Papa, this day is Yours. I'm giving it to You. " . . . keep that which I've committed . . . "
Soft grins and snippets,