My son Will and I just soaked up the worship last night--not just the singing, but also the message and fellowship afterwards. Our pastor has just opened his heart to Will. They talk after service. They meet every other week for lunch at a different restaurant for fun--our pastor chooses, my son is surprised.
This part of our church life is a complete answer to prayer. On the way home, God said to me. "You did a good job, Mom. It's time to let go and let others, especially godly men, mentor and support my son along his young man way. With all the losses all of the members suffered due to a mentally ill husband and father, we have lacks. A strong, compassionate godly man that listens and guides is indeed a blessing to my son and me.
For me, the songs and voices excited and cleansed and released my heart to the Lord. For those who understand, I sang in tongues--a part of worship for me. I haven't done that for awhile, and the closeness to God was so intimate and wonderful. If all that's a foreign concept, it's in the New Testament and is not weird at all.
We have studying the Book of Luke, chapter by chapter, verse by verse. What an eye-opener! Taking it slowly, really listening, is changing us all--seeing what applies to us, how events fit together historically, and what God is saying. It's so focused that it's easy to mediate on during the week. The worship leader even suggests a song or two to keep singing also. It works.
The goal now is to make the rest of the week a goal to live up to, a prod to listen to God in new ways, and just allow Him to help us. Always sounds so simple. We make it so hard though. Or we just get in the way of what God could do much better than we can. We're control freaks, fixers, and sure whe know what's best even better than God's ideas on the subject.
For me, Sunday is a different sort of day since we go to worship on Saturday evening. I walk, I finish up little jobs around the house, I even cook a meal. I try to find something really uplifting to watch. Today it's a Hallmark movie that I put on the DVR last night. It's "The Valley of Light" with an elegant, understated set of performances. The faces of post WWII soldiers, wives, fathers, and mourners at a funeral packed a punch of true emotion and so many conflicts resolved but not in sugar-coated ways. I recommend it.
That's enough for now. I just saw Taye Diggs flirting with Miss Piggy in the Disneyland teacup ride. I think that's a good way to end.
JD (JoAnn)
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