Okay—don’t be alarmed—JUST PRAY. An accident on the internet highway took place and the sweet chicks in charge are putting the pieces back together.
Be in PRAYER for Amy and Lori. Please. Prayer changes things. Always.
Now. Some other stuff.
I have a tendency to get the cart before the horse. Sometimes.
Since he did fairly well—I picked the leash up and he began to walk beside me. After about 10 steps he stopped. Sat his cute self right down. Wouldn’t budge. No siree. Not a bit!
I coaxed with the mommy voice. “Come on Max”…come on boy.
No movement. Whatsoever.
Then after a few minutes of slapping the side of my leg, whistling, calling. he moved in my direction. Few more steps and he did it again. This time I tried tugging. He pulled AGAINST ME!
Now, what he didn’t know…was the cool water and evening meal that awaited him. And here he sits…pulling against the very one who is trying to lead him to the nurishment. The nurishment he needs to GROW big and strong!
Does this sound familar?? I saw myself. Instantly. Pulling against things the Father has tried to lead me to…because it was unfamilar ground. Or, perhaps I had something else on my mind.
I needed to align my mind and heart with His. He would lead me straight to the water.
I read this in The Message tonight and I love the way it sounds on my ears…read it aloud…hear it for yourself.
God, my shepherd! I don’t need a thing.
You have bedded me down in lush meadows,
you find me quiet pools to drink from.
True to your word,
you let me catch my breath
and send me in the right direction.
Even when the way goes through Death Valley,
I’m not afraid when you walk at my side.
Your trusty shepherd’s crook makes me feel secure.
You serve me a six-course dinner
right in front of my enemies.
You revive my drooping head;
my cup brims with blessing.
Your beauty and love chase after me
every day of my life.
I’m back home in the house of God
for the rest of my life.