“Father, give me strength to raise my leg and place it on that rock.” I
leaned on my trekking pole and willed my foot to step up. “I can do this. Look
up, Merrie, look up.” I huffed and puffed, and then raised my body upward one
slow step at a time.
“God is not a God of
confusion but of peace... …all things must be
done properly and in an orderly manner.” 1 Corinthians 14:33 and 40 nasb
I sit on my side of the screen via the internet to beg for
your prayers, encouragement, and a pledge to hold me accountable for what I’m
about to write. For the next seven weeks, I desire…need…commit to putting my
life back in proper order—body, spirit, and soul.
My race as a homemaker and writer
needs balance while staying human to those around me.
“It shall come to pass in the last days, saith God: I will
pour out of my Spirit upon all flesh: and your sons and your daughters shall
prophesy, and your young men shall see visions, and your old men shall dream
dreams.And on my servants and on my
handmaidens I will pour out my Spirit in those days and they shall prophesy.” (Acts 2:17-18)
Juliana whispered, “My dreams…are they prophesy?”
“’tis your gift.” Father Gregory’s drawn face told the young girl it
was a heavy burden.