As I plan and prepare for the world race, I find myself forgetting to enjoy this season of preparation God has me in right now. This summer God was teaching me to be patient, to rest, and to take it easy. I was able to dine with a friend, share wine and conversation with my adopted mom, and live music with my adopted dad. I went on walks during work breaks and sat on the back porch for Bible reading, listening to the birds and drinking coffee, in the morning. God and I got close. He spoke loving and healing and encouraging words into my soul.
Then I was accepted to the Race. My job ended. I packed and moved out. Flew to Alabama for a weekend with family. Then drove to Boise via Laramie, Salt Lake, and Logan. Two whirlwind weeks where I felt everyday I was getting more behind until I woke up on Shabbat, August 23, frustrated and full of regret.
God had been sending me reminders. A dear friend who continued to reminded me of living for today. My mom encouraged me to relax. He Himself calling me to come and spend time with Him.
When I awoke on the 23rd I repented. God said, “Grace.”
There is a messianic congregation in Boise I visit when I’m visiting family. Last minute I decided to go. Pastor is in a series titled Basic Obedience, and on the 23rd he taught on the Sabbath. The Shabbat is the day of rest. A day to express holiness. God’s day.
Yes Papa, I’m listening.
