I could tell the moment we walked into church this morning that something good was about to happen. The Lord pointed out some things that I must let go of, put His healing touch upon me, then blessed me incredibly in a way that only He can do. I’ve been floating all day.
We took a break today from the intensity of the house remodel. Doug went to play golf with a good friend, and I spent some quality time at a couple of flea markets. Perusing the aisles of people’s unwanted junk, some projects and ideas came to my mind, as is usually the case. When I got home four hours later, I was ready to do something creative. I was reminded of the sea shells and beads still sitting underneath the living room coffee table where I left them over a month ago. After fixing myself a big glass of iced tea, I sat down in front of the TV with all my jewelry stuff and spread it out all over the sofa and TV tray.
After several vacations to South Carolina, Georgia, and most recently, Florida, I’ve amassed quite a collection of sea shells. I found a new type of shell in Ft. Pierce, Florida this year that I decided to incorporate into jewelry – Jingle Shells or Mermaid’s Toenails. One doesn’t have to look too hard to find these little gems, they’re laying everywhere on most parts of the beach. They are called Jingle Shells because of the sounds they make when washing up on shore. And they really do look like toenails, too, although the blackish silver ones must be the toenails of a sea witch! They come in various shades of peach, beige, black, and silver.
I made three bracelets this afternoon. So far, I’ve made a dozen different ones. No two are alike, and I’ve used a variety of color combinations along with shells and other little surprises to make each one. These little beauties my be my new “thing”. Who knows?
This morning’s message dealt with Peter wanting to go with Jesus and be involved in whatever was going to take place after The Upper Room events. But Jesus had to take care of the betrayal and arrest without the disciples’ help. It wasn’t safe for them to be with Jesus. Peter’s death at that time wouldn’t mean anything. God had stuff for him to do. How often do we jump into something that we’re not really supposed to do, something that’s not part of God’s plan at that moment? We really have to now God’s heart and how He works in us to avoid making snap decisions that put us at spiritual risk and outside His will for us. And the only way we can know His heart is to pray, listen, read His Word (Bible), and listen more.
This move to Florida has given us lots of practice at praying and listening. Sometimes I let myself become discouraged and question our decision. Then a “God thing” will come along and put me back on track. He is lining up all the particulars, and we have to trust Him to have everything in perfect order and wait for that to happen. In the safety of His perfect will.