The Saturday Journal: Old
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In the evening I pour out my heart to God with ink–asking Him for this and that–praying for others–praying for myself. Reflecting back on the day trying to remember answered prayers–moments I don’t want to forget.
As my two oldest grandkids reminded me just this week–I’m old. They meant it as no disrespect. They see me as older–as one of their teachers I suppose–any adult to a child is older. It was actually funny–they blurted out an age and I laughed–nope, I’m much older than that. And we went back to knocking around the pickleball.
In the morning I pour out my heart to God again with ink–Good morning Lorid. I pen. I write in journals thankfulness–for a night’s rest–for waking me up. I read scriptures–write them down. Some mornings I don’t write–I reread my letters–thoughts–gratitude from the day before. I do this so I don’t forget.
Good morning Lord,
There’s a bird singing at the edge of daybreak. I’ve seen this same bird sitting high on the wire over fallow ground–spring ground waiting to be tilled–a male cardinal with the deepest hues of red. His beak opens and shuts–his chest rises with each musical note. His head turns taking in all the sights of this glorious morning. And I want to believe he is singing this morning song, just for me–from You.
I open my Bible to the book of Jeremiah, chapter 33 and there it is–an invitation for me–for others. “Call unto me, and I will answer thee, and shew thee great and mighty things, which thou knowest not.” (verse 3) And one page back, chapter 32, verse 17, “Ah Lord God! Behold thou hast made the heaven and earth by thy great power and stretched out arm, and there is nothing to hard for thee.’
And again in Jeremiah–same chapter–five verses later, “Behold, I am the Lord, the God of all flesh: is there anything too hard for me?”
Too hard for God?
This reminds me of His Words in the New Testament, “But Jesus beheld them, and said unto them, With men, this is impossible, but with God all things are possible.” (Matthew 19:26).
And this, Luke chapter 1, verse 37, “For with God nothing shall be impossible.”
Maybe–just maybe I needed to be reminded of these words–Nothing is too hard for God. Nothing shall be impossible. And maybe–just maybe with these words–this promise–I need to be a little more grateful for these little moments–these little things I sometimes tend to easily forget–that You are in every moment--every day.
God, this morning I’m thankful for…
The lady at the drive-thru at McDonalds–she always serves my tea–my half and half just right–tells me to have a good day and smiles this glow of happy.
For time spent with my oldest grandbabies this week–even though they called me old–it’s true–I am older than many.
For birds that sing in the early morning.
For the continued healing of loved ones who are struggling with sickness this week.
Hearing my youngest granddaughter read The Old Woman who Swallowed a Fly–she’s four–soon to be five–and she’s not really reading every word–she has memorized the story.
Snuggling with my youngest grandson under his new blanket–he tells me the blanket I made him is his second favorite blanket of all times. And I’ll gladly take second.
A gift this week–a painting from a beautiful and talented artist–a dear friend–a treasure I will display on the wall. I’m unworthy of this gift.
For all the colors of spring
For African violets bursting out of their pots–needing bigger homes.
Waking up in the middle of the night by raindrops pelting the roof–the windows.
A conversation with a loved friend I haven’t seen in a while. We stand at a doorway–and what seemed to start as let’s get together soon–five minutes turns into a 30-minute heart talk. And we promise–I’m coming to see you soon–when we have more time.
Thank You Lord for time. But help me not to take this time for granted.
And God, my Grandbabies–they argued–one said I was fifty–one said, fifty-five. And I laughed once again. And if it’s okay with You, we will just leave it right there. For now--until they bring it up again.
Thank You Lord for another day of old.
Thank You Lord for another day of new.
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My youngest grandson told my pastor that he was his second favorite pastor (of course his pastor came in first). I always connect with your stories even though I am much older but as my pastor says, “God doesn’t look at numbers”. 😁