It popped into my mind out of the blue and was just as clear as if it happened yesterday. I was 26 yrs old again and my Momma had just died. I was so heartbroken and devastated, not to mention afraid. Yeah, even at 26 it frightened me that my Momma was gone. Who would be praying for me that I would be safe? Who would I call when I was confused, hurt and alone? I had a husband and I had children, but there's no one like your Momma. And I wasn't sure that God heard anyone else except my Momma.
As I walk along, I glory in the Word of God that brings me messages of comfort and direction along the way; often specifically designed to speak to my situation. God, in His unfailing and uncompromised Love, directs these messages to reach me at just the right moment when I need them most. I glory in this; that He loves me this much to take the time, take the initiative, and take the energy to send me a message. How awesome is that thought?
God sent me – just me specifically – a message.
I looked up into the sky, into the clouds floating by on their way to Kansas where they might get together and form a storm. Here above me they were harmless and beautiful. I marveled at this creation. I was envious of the people in Kansas who would benefit from the display of power they would witness in the storm.
My joy was all-encompassing. I wanted to display it in lifting my arms and swirling round and round.
But I understood. My joy was not the result of
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