In the arms of an angel...

June 8, 2014
"Son"day

Dear God,

It's coffee, 4 of the Fabulous 5, me, and You this morning. I woke up singing In the Arms of an Angel and just had to share it with you and my Readers. Such a beautiful song! Today is a day of reflection, prayer, and rest. We are supposed to get rain today ~ Yay! It's kind of eerie looking outside. Somehow, I can close my eyes and envision some hauntingly beautiful cottage by the sea just before a storm.

In the past 24 hours, I have received two of the most beautiful notes from Readers. Father, I want to thank you for allowing me to stand in the gap for those needing encouragement, hugs, and prayers. I know with all my heart that is my purpose in life and I embrace that honor. Somehow, that filling continues and flows from You to me outward.

Me thinks there are no coincidences in life ~ just your perfectly orchestrated plans that are often times years in the making. I am grateful for those who have found me worthy enough to plant seeds in me ~ times of ordinary visits that have produced bushels of fruit. Oh good golly Miss Molly, I am such a misty eyed sap this morning ... no, not tears of sadness but tears of complete awe and joy.

You know, I watch the "news" and there are stories of all these celebrities, government officials, and on and on. I'll tell you flat out, these are not the heroes in my world ~ my heroes are rich in their faith and aren't afraid to give abundantly of what they have ~ they make life easier (not harder) for those around them. They share pearls of wisdom and have arms of comforting compassion. They are the ones that look deep into my eyes and call me "friend."

Yesterday, I was feeling kinda deflated after a less than fruitful day at the Farmer's Market. Was sort of the icing on the cake after a wicked week. Then, I started realizing how blessed I had been to have met some pretty awesome folks, take photos, and share the love. Father, I know you placed me in a certain spot beside some wonderful people and I could go on and on... It would be nice to have some banner sales though to fill my pockets. What comes to mind is the old adage of sowing and reaping. Hmmm

Yes, in the arms of an angel flying high ... Can't you just picture that beautiful sight? Soaring ... swooping ... rising to new heights?! I think of my own ascension to heaven and the absolute joy within me. Who will I have passed the baton on to, Lord? Who will carry on what I began? It has always been my hope and prayer that my blog would span continents reaching others for You. Isn't that what your people do, Lord? The opportunities we have go beyond just self-living ~ it's leaving a legacy. As individuals, parents, grandparents, friends our real success and contentment comes from continually moving forward, doing the work you have commissioned us to do. I have wanted so badly to really know my family of origin members but there is little to go on. That being said, my own family will know me inside and out, my struggles and triumphs, and who I really am. My granddaughter tells me I am one of her role models. That gives me such a sense of ... well, in all my humanness, flops, and failures, that beauty of knowing something good has come from my earthly journey.

Holy God, this is your day and I come before you in humility and awe. One of my Readers posted a story about her pain in giving birth to a stillborn daughter. For her and for other parents who have experienced that aching that never goes away, I pray for comfort and peace. For those with family members who are ill, hold their hands. Move mightily dispensing your mightiest warriors to fight the battles they have no control over. Give us all serenity in knowing that You have our backs and are working behind the scenes. Let us all find shelter beneath your wings as we muddle our way through life. We know not your plans and purposes; yet, WE KNOW THAT ALL THINGS WORK TOGETHER FOR GOOD TO THEM THAT LOVE YOU, TO THEM WHO ARE CALLED ACCORDING TO YOUR PURPOSE (Romans 8:28). Father, may we make the lives a little easier using what you have blessed us with. You gave us your son, Jesus ... you gave your all that we might rise up in his name.

Amen!

Miss Dottie

NOTE TO READERS:  "A journey takes time. And the lessons we learn best, they come from the journey, not the destination." Well said, Jordan Dane. The skies are dark and rain is falling ... the sound of pitter pats on the roof of the cottage lull and woo me. My body, mind, and soul feel the refreshing coolness that comes from the beauty of the moment!