I apologize.
I started this last year with the gung-ho intention of
writing more frequently. I could not
have imagined how packed the last 6 months of the year would be. I haven’t written because when I do I want to
remain as true as possible to my experiences and yet maintain the privacy of
the ministry I have been interning for.
It has been an intense time with a windfall of experiences and
emotions. It has all worked together for
the healing of my soul and a cleaner existence to be sure. I’m going to have to find the balance and be
able to share all God is doing and maintain proper anonymity of those now in my
life.
Let’s just talk about the amazing weekend I’ve had which
started with my dear friend Hannah Pearl. Hannah Pearl is British. She must be
in her 70’s and is absolutely gorgeous.
I mean it. Her hair is short,
white, and completely stylish. She is
petite and her make up is perfect. She
is encouraging and flows in the gifts of the Spirit as easily as she
breathes. I was honored to have lunch
with her (she invited me for ‘tea’). She
asked me questions and spoke to me of my Father’s love. We asked how the other came to be in Arizona
and about marriage. When I complimented
her on her red sweater, saying it was exactly the kind I like, she gave it to
me. Refusing was futile. It is instantly one of my favorites, more
because of the giver than the gift itself.
Needless to say, being the crier that I am, I teared my way through the
hour and ½. Shocker, I know. (Stop laughing and rolling your eyes,
Octoli.) But the greatest part came
right at the end before I left.
“I want to play a song for you” she said. “It’s not a song with words, it’s just a
tune…for you.” “Okay!” I exclaimed.
“Just sit there and close your eyes,” she instructed, “and we’ll see
what the Lord will do.” She paused and
prayed, “Thank you, Papa… I just praise You and Thank You, Lord. I offer up these hands, Father, and I juuust
ask that You would flow, flow, flow through me, Father… for Leah today. Thank You, Jesus. Thank You, Jesus.” Already moved by the sweetness of her heart
and tenderness of her words what came next brought something I have never
experienced before. Four full minutes of
a tune never before played that felt as personal as anything I’ve ever been,
done, or imagined. Every note strummed a
piece of my heart. I could see clearly
the ups and downs of my journey all encompassed with…joy! Joy!!!
Overwhelming love presented through joy.
Joy is something I have a hard time maintaining and told Hannah Pearl so afterwards. Yet in the
midst of this heavenly performance I couldn’t do anything but feel the love and
pure, uninhibited, joy! I could hear the
Lord perfectly say, ‘It’s all meantime.’
Like everything I strive for and worry about is so…simple. It’s all meantime… no matter where I work or
what I do. No matter where I live or how
I plan… it’s all meantime. The big
things- the truly important things WILL COME.
They will flow as naturally as life itself because my focus is on Him
and His plans for me are ordered. Mind
you all of this understanding came in an instant. A knowing.
As peaceful and settled as any secure, organized agenda I could
produce. PRAISE GOD for voice recording
on smart phones!! I recorded the whole
thing. I want to have it transcribed and
copy righted!! Framed!
Afterwards Hannah Pearl shared with me what she felt as she
played, ‘the Father’s Love, love, love for me’ and really that ‘the sky is the
limit.’ I’m accepting this as cruciality
in my life. Let’s see what the Lord will
do, indeed.
