Today is a “Good Things of God” day at the Weckwerth Farm, and I’m celebrating the things in life that I find encouraging, comforting, and uplifting. Let me describe what it’s like here.
The sun rays are bursting through the windows and warming the carpet where the sweet kitty, Melinda, is now sleeping. The windows are propped wide open, allowing a cool breeze to waft through while forcing the beautiful chimes to ring out a beautiful melody.
I hear the chirp of blue jays and finches at the feeder. I hear the engines of the huge trucks outside the front door, as they’re redoing the highway and making it horrifically intolerable right now, but I know it’s bringing a much needed repair to the old road that will make life easier.
As I pour my freshly brewed ice tea over ice cubes, I hear the tinkle of my clear antique glass that Grandma gave me, and watch the lemon slice settle into the center, while I take a big sip of the wonderful rich flavor. Sitting in my big leather chair, I savor my bites of cold juicy grapes and meaty, salty cashews, while looking out the windows.
I have spent the weekend embracing my grandchildren, listening to my girls, chatting with my mother, and praying with my friend, Kathleen.
Over the past few weeks, I’ve missed loved ones who have gone to Glory, while being grateful for the ones I have in my life right now.
I’ve prepared for upcoming conferences, relished in the faces of my dear friends at Bible study this week, and enjoyed good dinners with my husband.
The fall breeze hits my face and arms now, as I step out on the back porch and peer over at my sweet husband, watching as he paints the last side of our sweet little church in the grove.
I have read the Word of God today. It lifts my spirits. Psalm 63:1 jumps off the page and reads, “God-You’re my God! I can’t get enough of You! I’ve worked up such hunger and thirst for God, traveling across dry and weary deserts.” The weariness, I can relate to, as I jumped out of bed this morning to another day. But the relaxing piano music I’m listening to now, and the Words of scripture, mixed in with comfort of knowing that God listens to me, and I’m striving to listen for Him … not just through His Word, but in everything around me that He has created … music, good food, nature, animals, friends, family and LIFE, spurs me onto a grateful heart.
Someone once asked Joan of Arc why God spoke only to her. I love her response. She said, “Sir, you are wrong, God speaks to everyone. I just listen.”
Let’s watch for God. Let’s listen.
“…and after the earthquake a fire, but the Lord was not in the fire; and after the fire a still small voice. So it was, when Elijah heard it.”
I Kings 19:12 & 13