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| I am so ready for SUMMER! |
Back to "God Met Me!"
2002Weeks of solitude passed. Every morning, Mr. Wonderful (a.k.a. Thom) kissed me on his way out for a full day of classes and work, and my coffee pot then began to beckon me from the kitchen. "Wake up!", it would chug. "You can do it, dearie." Another fragrant puff or two of steam called to me and I reluctantly abandoned my dear friend, The Bed and followed the scent to its origin with a wobbly shuffle.
[The programmable coffee pot is an invention inspired from heaven for sure!
Lord knows mine remains, to this day, the most effective way to get me out of the morning argument with myself over how long I can negotiate staying under the covers that, miraculously, are more deliciously comfy after I have wrestled in them all night.]
One morning, not unlike so many before, I stumbled from my bed to the kitchen. Bleary eyed, I poured my first cup of joe and made my way to the chair that I had reserved for my morning coffee with Jesus; a tradition that I still enjoy to this day. Sitting with one leg tucked underneath me, holding my hot cup with both hands as I sipped its sweetness, I watched life flourish outside the window of my private isolation. Spring bloomed more each day.
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The birds sang with joyful chatter this
particular morning. My gaze followed their flights and landings as they chirped and sang their morning songs to their Creator.
As I watched the birds, I remembered that Jesus talked about them...
Unexpectedly, that one little thought exploded into overwhelming revelation! How do I adequately retell what transpired???
He showed up...Jesus...the One who I had been praying to, crying out to, worshiping, seeking...
He showed up. His Faithfulness enveloped my entire, frail being and I wept; overcome with the weight of understanding that He loved me, that He was with me through it all. Worship and prayer poured forth from me through rivers of tears as I released years worth of burdens that I had blindly stored up and carried. His tangible presence lingered and filled me with fresh breath and peace.
Even now as I retell this story, I am transported back to that precious moment. Jesus visited me that day with His Faithfulness. Somehow, in that encounter, I fully realized His steadfast Faithfulness. I will never be the same. No matter what mountains I may face, I know with all that I am that my loving God is Faithful to me.
Back to Romans 5:3-5 and my journey of perseverance.
This revelation propelled me down my personal path of Faith. Seemingly, for years I crawled along in the street smarts of suffering and perseverance with a textbook understanding of Hope. I fought the good fight and did everything I knew to do in order to move forward. Then, over one cup of coffee, His presence launched me into a new race with greater destinations altogether. He restored me. He showed me His character. He gave me Hope.
Remember now...this was still 2002 and I was still very ill. I have so much more to tell you!!!
Next time, I will share more from my personal journal entries during this season in my journey when
His Character Became My Hope.
