Small World and Big God

I love God!

He does some pretty amazing things when I least expect it!

If you have been reading my blog, or if you know me very well, you might guess that I have felt just a little lonely as of late. It is somewhat ridiculous since I am surrounded by people most of the time, but having just experienced a huge loss of someone very special and very close to me, there is a large hole in my heart that I wonder what to do with sometimes.

So, I pray that God will bless me with people in my life that I can minister to, who will help me, who will walk with me as I grow and take care of myself.

Having lived in this area for only three years, I don't know a lot of people and I have gone many, many, many places and never run into a soul that I know or even recognize.

But last week, I went to visit my new "Home Group" and found my massage therapist is part of the group! Which means she also is part of my church! That was too cool!

Then, I went to a meeting at church and ran into my former Weight Watchers meeting leader. I took that as a sign and went back to that meeting for a little personal health and accountability.

I attended my second meeting tonight and guess what? I ran into a dear friend of mine from last years Bible Study. We still meet every now and then for fellowship, but what a wonderful blessing to have a friend at the meeting that I will attend. And it is funny, because I was just talking to a different friend, who said the one thing she never developed at Weight Watchers was a "friend." God is good, He gave me one that I already know.

From there I went to Target to get a Baby Shower gift and I ran into my doctor. I am laughing out loud by this time, say hello thinking she would hurriedly speak and move on, but she struck up a conversation with me that lasted a little while.

I am ending my day feeling remarkably blessed by a God who clearly loves me and gives me the desires of my heart. And...I feel like I am part of the community. This is my home, until I go to my Father's house in heaven...for now this is where I live and belong.

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Anonymous said…

I love you, Liz. You are my friend and I am yours.

Thursday, September 18, 2008

I Close My Eyes

Well, I did it. I took the writer's challenge at a blog that I have been lurking around for some time. I found this blog through Laura at Wellblog 's place and have been enthralled ever since. I have dabbled in poetry on and off. Written some invitations, cards, and even a few song lyrics (for fun) but have been hesitant to post any. (roaring lion? see below post ) With the encouragement of a friend, I decided to take the challenge on L.L.Barkat's blog, in a lesson on seeing. I chose a subject that is cherished, a memory that was real and something close to my heart. The beach. Many, many days were spent at the beach in the 12 years I lived on the Southern Virginia coast. The memories are real, and when.......... I close my eyes and I can still see the beach. The endless spans of water Sometimes blue, green, or gray. It moves Gently and Violently Bubbles rise and falling forward. On and on. I close my eyes and I can still hear the crash Of tidal movement As earth slowly spi...

Friday Fill Ins

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A Promise is a Promise (Grand Canyon)

Many years ago, I am guessing about 19 of them, our family visited the Grand Canyon for one day, on the way home from a trip to California to visit family. Our eldest son was around 11, our middle one around 9, and our baby was a little over a year old. Our boys wanted desperately to hike into the canyon, but our oldest one especially so. He pleaded and my husband and I held firm our "No" as our youngest was too young and we were not outfitted for such an adventure. I promised that we would return one day. A few months later we moved to the East Coast of Virginia. Not planned when we stood at the edge of the canyon and that promise was made. And the many times we planned vacation time to the beach, our son reminded me of that promise to go the the Grand Canyon. Time flew quickly and years later we had not returned to the Grand Canyon. But, we did move to Texas and as we looked at spending time as a family, our oldest son brought this promise bac...

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