Oh, April!

You can’t always trust April. Yeah, it’s a good month and all but, weather-wise, it can always surprise you.

April 6, 1982 for instance… I remember my earthly father looking out the front-door window and simply hollering to us upstairs as we lay snug in our beds, “Don’t even bother… school’s closed! Nobody’s going anywhere today.” (True music to school-kid ears…) Sure enough, overnight we’d been walloped with two feet of snow!  In APRIL?!  Heyyy, what happened to spring?

Fast-forwarding to an April morning in my adulthood as I visited a friend and camped out on the couch until the smell of breakfast woke me.  When we turned the television on, its report was that three feet of the white stuff had grid-locked the city, and my friend and her husband were both stuck at home that day with me, the news, and weather channel for company.  All in April.

I’m sure there’s plenty more occasions of which I’m not aware.  It doesn’t make April a bad month, though; like I said up top – April’s all right enough.  It’s just that… for a so-called “spring month”, I find it may harbor some winter allegiances.  We need to consider that.

Have a great day, y’all.

SHAMMA  =0]

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Anyone Want Spring?

I’m soaring over a mountainous area and I feel fine.  There’s just something about what the sun does to earth and water that absolutely delights me!  When winter snow grips the land (and who in the northeast doesn’t know about that?) and icy cold holds everything hostage, I feel thankful.  I’m grateful God is killing things like germs and viruses and bacterial contaminants with this stifling arctic blast called winter.  “Who can withstand His cold?”

Mercy in the form of spring thaw and summer thriving is fast on its way, Sharon; so take heart and enjoy the winter while it lasts!  Sometimes I buy that last part (enjoy the winter?) and sometimes not… no, sometimes NOT! is how I reallyyy feel.  It is frickin’ cold outside!!

Anyway, the soaring and thanksgiving I can do from panes of glass cutting portals into my warm bedroom.  “Warm” is a good word to use during winter, again and again please… thank You, Jesus, for “warm”!

Since the reality of life, according to God’s plan, is this:

“While the earth remains, seedtime and harvest, cold and heat, winter and summer, and day and night shall not cease.” (Gen. 8:22)

I need to rejoice and be glad and let the winter winds lift my wings.  Dear Sharon, get over yourself. Squeeze God by His waist, and look ’round each corner for spring!

SHAMMA  =0)

No Matter the Seasons

I’m grateful for different seasons in my life and I admit there was once a part of me that thought certain matters in my life would never change.  I thought God wouldn’t allow it, but I was wrong.  People do come and go in relationships in life and some stay longer than others but, eventually, everything gets redefined because that is the nature of growth.  Thank You, Jesus.

My mind cranks on through fever and bleary-eyed congestion.  When they’re not pinned to tissues pinned to my runny nose, my fingers still type as my mind grinds… it never stops (and, secretly, I don’t want it to).

I’m free of entanglements left behind while others are cautiously exposed.  God is always a careful healer.  Brick by brick and chip by chip He delicately exposes me.  I cry to Him, I come to Him in prayer and quietly crouch before Him in worship while He strokes my fevered, teary brow.  God is amazing, and He’s not afraid of colds.

This new season came as a “suddenly”, and I couldn’t be more glad but, admittedly, I’m still in a bit of shock.  So different, my God… so different being out here in the world with only You as my shelter. But then Holy Spirit sweetly whispers…  “He’s always been your only shelter, beloved.”  Ain’t it the truth! 

Merciful God I don’t want to feel guilty about being free.  I just want to be it.

I don’t want to forever long to see Your bright face.  I just want to see it.

Here I am, just You and me and freedom – all Your life has to offer.

I don’t care about anything else – I just want to be Your daughter.

It all comes down to that for me no matter where the Lord takes me in the course of His call on my life.  The pastor calling, that of the teacher, preacher, and writer are all of value and worth and purpose and meaning – absolutely.  But, to me, I’ll tell you nothing means more to me than being my (true) Father’s daughter.  Finally and completely, my Heavenly Father’s daughter.  That’s my truest, bravest, best cause for living… I can’t declare it enough… and I embrace Christ Jesus to take in the Godhead in full, clutching Them all to my breast.

“For in Him dwells all the fullness of the Godhead, bodily.”  Just listen to that.  As its truth sinks into my soul, I don’t mind the seasons changing, relationships redefined, or even “suddenlies” gripping me.  I am Jesus’ bride and He is my Bridegroom.  The door of His sacred body is closed behind us and, within the veil, are the Godhead lovingly seated before the supper of my life’s plan and circumstances… and all is well.  Their love to me is wonderful… passing the love of all mankind.  I am content and satisfied.  Amen.

SHAMMA and SHARON