After some Black Friday shopping all I could hear was the song “My Favorite Things” from the “Sound of Music” running through my brain from the store speaker system. So I decided to post a few favorite things of my own. Here are a few tidbits of things I’ve been doing, until I can breathe again from my non-stop schedule.
First there was my favorite birthday…
My birthday came and went with many surprises and three awesome plants.
I helped organize an elegant 90th birthday party for my husband’s aunt who flew all the way from Germany to celebrate. I made a three layer carrot cake with lots of brandy and rum and cream cheese frosting. It was my first attempt to decorate with rosettes all over. It turned out beautifully, thank you Jesus! Our family had a great time laughing and sharing happy memories.
I’ve been trying to craft for the holidays and have gotten a little behind, but the inspiration continues. I love seeing things coming together, inventing new things from my imagination. A special post when I get those crafts done.
This morning I woke up to the camellias blooming out my window, before the rain began to fall (glorious rain for California). They are so pretty and pink.
Just being on the journey that I’ve had to walk in the past few months is certainly a totally different road than I would have chosen for myself. God is certainly creative and very wise.
Three months ago I volunteered to care for my mother-in-law who was having difficulty living on her own (she’s almost 92 after all) but lives three hours north of my home, family, and friends. She moved into a senior living facility and I moved into her house, where she had lived for forty-five years. Besides caring, shopping, driving, visiting, cleaning, and general loving on her, most of the time was my own. I have never been alone in my entire life. I grew up with a twin brother and four other siblings. I married dear Carl when I’d just turned twenty, and then came the swirl that were four kids, working full time, and every day life.
Now, how would I come to the conclusion to sacrifice my life and family to go on an excursion of the unknown…only by God’s grace and great mercy (for grandma). I don’t really think I would have done such an impossible assignment had not the Holy Spirit spoken to me clearly. Back in the early spring I had a vision that I would be leaving home to be on my own for a month or more, traveling a high road of seeking the Lord and finding new purpose. Yes, God has spoken to me in visions occasionally over the years, but it is not the only way He speaks to my heart and spirit.
He has a love language that surpasses our understanding at times in the form of dreams, visions, interactions with other Christians, circumstances, the Bible, prayer, symbols, and feelings (yes, feelings). Yesterday I had the Stevie Wonder song “Part Time Lover” revolving in my mind. I hadn’t heard it on the radio or TV, so I couldn’t figure out where it came from. In an instant I knew the Holy Spirit was speaking to me … I was so busy with projects and care that I hadn’t spent much time in the past few days in intimacy with Him. He was gently telling me He missed me and wanted me to be in His presence… Such a sweet and loving way of getting my attention.
It is in those little things that He calls out to us everyday. He is continually knocking on the door of our hearts, and wooing us to be in fellowship with Him. He is all about relationship. We need to become more sensitive to how God is speaking to us and we will become better and more powerful people, the world truly needs us to be alive with the continual sensitivity of Holy Spirit’s leading and guidance.
Look for, listen to, and hear the communion of God’s heart with yours.