Guest Blogging on my Own Site!

I am going to be out of pocket for a couple of days. I haven't lined anyone up, as I would have liked, to do a guest post on this site. SO, I am going to share something that I published a while back on my other site. Hope that you enjoy!



First thing this morning, I got on the scale. The numbers glared at me stubbornly. No movement in two days. And thus I began my day.

Sunday mornings tend to be stressful for me. It takes an act of Congress to get myself and the kids ready, basically because I am the most UNorganized human being in this world. Yet another thing that I desperately need to turn over to God.

We make it to the car and as I have stated, I always put my makeup on, on the way, as Hubby drives. Today I find that my powder compact has broken in my bag and I have a fine layer of ivory powder all over my other cosmetics. I chose to wear black pants today. I now have ivory powder all over my black pants too.

My family walks into church without me as I beat the powder out of my britches. I make it into the building and am greeted immediately by my husband's Aunt (whom I dearly love). She hugs me and tells me "I love your Blog." High praise from a lady that I respect so much. That is the boost that I needed to make my way around to hug and smile at other people.

We stand. We sing. We sit. We stand. We pray. We sit. We stand. We sing. We pray. We sit and place money in the plate. We pray again, as the pastor begins. Whew. I have to say that the Spirit had to pray and sing through me. I couldn't grasp it all yet. My mind was still tied up in the frenetic morning.

Stillness. Being preached to. No movement. Nothing to DO. Stillness....and I begin to relax. The tension of the morning flows from my body and the reason, no, the PERSON that I am here for, sheds His presence over me. Or more accurately, He was here all along, and my trip, my journey to GET to HIM is done, and I am able to FEEL HIM.

Be still and know that I am God.

Aaaahhh. And the blessings that He has provided for me are here, too. My husband's arm across the back of me on the pew, claiming me. My twelve year old daughter slips her hand into mine. She's not too big to hold hands with Mom. Diva Daughter, sitting between Nana And Grandaddy, soaking up their comfort, leans forward and smiles at me. Son is in Children's Church, a room FULL of kids, learning about Jesus.

And the preacher says at that moment "You can't out give God." And how right he is. The Lord has given me first HIMSELF and then these people whom I love and am loved by. I didn't give Him my full attention this morning. I was caught up in the "getting there." But when I sat still, I found Him immediately.

I think my Sunday mornings need to start differently for now on. Seek HIM first, not the numbers on a scale. JESUS, Who loves every ounce of me.