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Sometimes God Speaks In First Person

Sometimes God Speaks In First Person

About 4 months ago I had a problem and I didn’t know what to do. So I sought God because I wanted to make the right decision. This wasn’t the first time I’d turned to him for guidance, but this was the first time I’d asked him to speak to me with words. I asked because I had been reading the Old Testament and I noticed that back then when people asked for help God gave them clear signs and instructions. So I thought, he will do it for us now if we but ask. Then I tried it for myself.

One of my favorite scriptures is 2 Timothy 1:7 which says, “For God did not give us a spirit of timidity, but a spirit of power, of love and of self-discipline.” God answered me using that verse. I was washing dishes and self analyzing to figure out why I couldn’t decide what to do about my problem even though I knew what I ought to do. I admitted to myself that I was scared. Too scared to make a move. When I acknowledged the fear God said, “I didn’t give you the spirit of fear.” I heard those words echo through my being and then I knew how to solve my problem. Later on, after I had finished the dishes and gone into another room, my soul lit up! I realized that rather than simply having me recite the scripture to myself, God had actually spoken to me. You see, in the bible Paul is writing a letter to Timothy. So 2 Timothy 1:7 is written in third person. But when the scripture came to me while at the sink, God spoke in first person. He used the word, I, while talking to me. That has never happened before and I will never forget it. Futhermore, I obeyed Him and was blessed.

My New Passion

My New Passion

Ummm.  Just the thought of diving into this delicious romance novel I picked up from the library has me on the edge of my seat.  I’m typing fast and hoping I can spend a few minutes finishing up the current chapter before hitting the sack.  It’s certainly not what I’d call a trashy novel and it doesn’t boast a cover shot with a half naked women in the cluthes of a muscular stud like my mother used to read—  not that I’m saying I wouldn’t read those too. What I do know is that this is written art

I am literally wondering what Hunter and Loretta, an indian and white woman in Catherine Anderson’s Comanche Moon, are doing while I’m blogging, or picking up kids or running errons.  I even read while the children were at the playground today.  It was fenced in and small so I didn’t worry too much. Hey, I’m about as addicted as it gets right now.  I love it!  A new passion that will actually help with writing. Now I know how my mother felt when she’d always have her nose in a book.  I have admitted to being a romantic at heart, but I never read any love stories.  I don’t know why I totured myself with the wait.  The best part of all is that I came across the book because it is the prequel to Comanche Heart.  I wanted to read the latter because it was on the library’s summer reading list for adults.  I placed the book on hold and it took months for me to get my turn.  When my two weeks were up I tried to renew it because I was only on chapter 4 and really enjoying it.  But just as I figured. Someone else had the book on hold so I had to give it up.  I returned to the library immediately so they could have their turn.  Guess I learned my lesson about waiting to long before getting started on a good read.

 I really didn’t want to read Comanche Heart as much when I found out Comanche Moon came first, so while trying to console myself over losing Comanche Heart I searched for it’s prequel and found there was no waiting queue for it.  I guess everyone had read it and was done.  I put it on hold and then waltzed right over to the library to pick it up.  A broad smile crept across my face as I dropped it in my shoulder bag and exited the building.

At this point you may think I’m crazy but my cousin and I bonded over our love for books this weekend and she is even more gunho than I.  Plus I think her book is longer.  She’s reading  Eclipse, book number 3 in the Twilight Saga by Stephanie Meyer. When we’re both done, maybe we’ll play switcheroo.  So exciting!

The Beginning

The Beginning

 Last week Orion and Lauren both cried when they couldn’t go to school and still had to wait while Lainey had all the fun in kindergarten. But no more!  They sung the “going to school song” today on the way to school.  Today was the first full day of preschool (which is only 3 hours).  No mommy and no daddy today, just them rolling with their respective teachers.  The kids didn’t miss us. I couldn’t believe it was actually our two little ones— excited and not afraid to go to preschool for the first time. 

Orion hated me leaving him at camp over the summer and I thought for sure I might have some issues with him today, but no.  He’s not quite 3 yet and is the youngest in his class, but he is ready.  Lauren fakes, shyness but really and truly is quite social.  She has a few worries about school like other children teasing her or being able to sing in front of the class; otherwise she had dreamed of this day for a year now.  Nothing awful happened at preschool so far and it probably won’t.  Yesterday she cried when it was time to go home. Today I wonder if she’ll spread eagle across the doorway so they can’t put her in the car.

I was without them for 2 whole hours today.  I took advantage of the time and went to Lainey’s classroom.  On back-to-school night I’d volunteered to do whatever her teachers needed help with in the class, while they handled the whole bunch of five-year-olds.  God bless ’em.  After what I saw today —wouldn’t want that job.  I don’t think I have the patience. If I have to turn to substitute teaching in a few years, it just may kill me.  Maybe I could start with grade 2.  Before I knew it school was over and it was time to leave. Lainey and I arrived at home with a full hour to spare before picking up the other two from their paradise.

So with everyone in school but me, it feels sort of  weird.  The kids keep asking me when am I going to go to class like daddy does.  I told them I didn’t know.  I am still considering taking another writing course this fall.  But school, it definitely is not.  Honestly, I’d love a masters in journalism, creative writing, English or whatever people who love to write get an advanced degree in.  But it’s just not the right time for me.  I need all my dependants in full time school before I zoom in closer on that goal. So for now it’ll be just a class here and there. More learning and honing of skills is a must.  I know that now after inquiring about contributing articles to various ezines and being asked for a resume and writing samples.  Hmm. Seems I better get to work.

And so it begins…

Give Him Praise

Give Him Praise

Well, it’s been too long for me.  I like to post at least once a week.  It’s okay though, cause I finished my last writing assignment for the writing course I’ve been taking and I submitted an article to a magazine.  Haven’t heard back yet, but I’m hopeful.  So while I’m waiting I just want to proclaim how good God is, in case you didn’t know!  He works miracles and simply keeps us on a daily basis and that’s a mighty good thing.  Join me in giving him some praise. 

The Lord has been so good to me.  I have new ideas brimming for articles and picture books.  Soon, I’ll be setting up a Mat&May store.  I’m just blessed with his promises.  On top of that, I’ve enjoyed three weeks of summer camp.  During two of the three all three children were there having fun while I had appointments with ease and wrote anytime I had to wait anywhere.  I’ve accomplished much.  Well, I’ll tell you this.  The plot for my first children’s story to be released under my company, Matrimony & Mayhem Books is underway.  And my editors, Lainey and Lauren say it is great!  That Lainey even checks in on my progress to see if I’m working hard enough.  What a team!

I picture myself typing away and researching in the library while my three children socialize and learn to follow instructions in school, come September.  I have to say. God is good…very, very good.  Do you have a testimony today? Holla at me.