A couple of weekends ago, I had the pleasure and privilege of speaking at our church’s women’s retreat. I’ve been busy preparing and haven’t really had much of a chance to blog. I really need to learn to do more than one thing at a time!
I got home from the retreat on Sunday afternoon and then left my family again Monday morning, to go to a cottage with some writer friends. I’m sitting writing this on the porch, listening to the birds sing and watching the water ripple. It’s a cold blue and the sky above is pale, almost white. Beautiful. Peaceful.
The view from the porch. I could sit there all day.After arriving on Monday, I went for a walk along the beach. There is something almost decadent about being on a beach alone on a Monday afternoon. The sun was shining and the wind was cool. Small waves rolled onto the sand, making that lovely crashing sound, that only waves can do. After a busy weekend it was a soothing balm. I felt like someone had given me a priceless gift.
A Monday afternoon on the beach.He had. We had talked on the weekend about how God shows his love to us individually. How it is unique to us and fits our individual personalities.
Silence and solitude, having time to create after a wonderful, busy weekend is God saying to me, I love you. For some of you, this would be a prison sentence. I understand. Others are probably thinking it sounds good. For me, it’s perfect.
Loved these blue chairs. Like beacons on the beach.God loves us each lavishly and is waiting to show us how much. Sometimes it’s a matter of slowing down long enough to even notice the love letters and gifts he puts in our path. Some of us have to remind ourselves to open our eyes and look for them.
We talked on the weekend about getting what you expect. If you put God in a box, then you’re going to get exactly that. However if you let him out of the box of what you think He is or should be doing, then the universe is His playground and He invites you along for the playdate.
I went to a conference back in October. God and I have had a bit of a rocky relationship this year. So I wasn’t sure I’d actually hear from Him. Or see Him. I was on the outs with Him so why would He talk to me? God’s not like that. He doesn’t work or think like we do, like the world does.
I went to this conference in Rochester NY and there was a ballet troupe there. I’m a dancer and ballet is really one of my love languages. It’s true. On the last day, the very last event, this troupe danced. I have never been to a conference, Christian or otherwise, and a ballet troupe has danced. NEVER. But this Sunday in October, when I was feeling alone, God gave me a ballet. That’s just who He is. He meets us all individually, where we are, as is. It’s not complicated or hard. Just open our eyes, our hearts and our hands and let Him be I AM.
Probably one of my most prized possessions. My ballet shoes.Who among the gods is like you, LORD? Who is like you– majestic in holiness, awesome in glory, working wonders? Exodus 15:11
How has God shown you His love lately?