I wanted to give praise to the Lord tonight for getting me through so much.  I am so thankful.  I have felt Him with me all my life, in the good times and in the bad.  There have been times I shut Him out because I didn’t want to go His way.  I had my own path ironed out.  He let me go and see how that would work for me.

In the past ten years, He has been so close and answered my prayers in such a way that I knew He was there.  After our daughter passed away, we took in her two small children, ages 1 and 2.  I was in my fifties.  So you can imagine my age with a house to take care of, office work, laundry, and now two babies like having twins.  Sometimes I would sit in the rocker with one on one side and one on the other.  They would cry because they were sleepy so I’d cry with them.  About an hour later I’d wake up realizing we had all fallen to sleep.

Jesus was with us.  He gave me the ability to spin a yarn so after I tucked them in at night I would type away on a book.  They were about living life in the country in the 1940’s.  I published one in print and the rest were e-readers.  I was just happy to accomplish something that relaxed me so much.

On the days I would be tired and had so much facing me, I’d ask God for energy.  I remember miracles some days where I got everything accomplished and felt like I could still run to town, which was probably six miles as the crow flies.  I don’t like complaining at all.  My mama’s siblings picked cotton before they could even go to school.  My mama was too little so she sat under the shade tree.  No, complaining always makes me feel guilty.

One day I was so busy I’d have to ask the Lord for His peace.  He’d give it to me, but then I’d have to soon ask again.  He’d give it to me again.  He finally said, ‘stop some efficiency’.  I had studied the story of Martha complaining to Jesus about Mary sitting at His feet.  I soon realized that good part would not be taken from me and it was a good thing.  I would swing for hours as I watched the children play, and I’d pray.  So it became known as my prayer swing.

I asked the Lord to give me rest one time and fell asleep in that thing for an hour.  But not with the children playing in the yard.  That was about ten years ago and as I look back now, I wouldn’t take anything for any of it.  We learn and grow in our struggles when we rest in our faith and trust in Jesus.  He walked the dirt roads in our woods with me.  He spoke to me in so many ways.  He answers prayer.  I know it’s a dark world out there, but we don’t have to be a part of it.  God meets us right where we are in whatever our circumstances are and He wraps us in His peace and protection.  He makes a way.  He is everything to me.

So tonight I just wanted to publicly thank Him for all He has done for me.  There is a place that He has prepared for us and my hope lies in being with Him through eternity.  He has shown me so much.  So if you read these posts on this site, just remember that it was in my struggles when He showed me these things.  It was in my prayer closet He gave me revelation, and it was in my swing He spoke to me.  With everything to juggle each day, He made a way for us to have time together.  And it continues even today.

Many mornings I wake with a song in my head and don’t even know the words to it.  I can usually google a couple words and the song will come up.  Recently it was Some Through The Fire.  And I can ask Him a question and turn in the bible to His answer.  And why not?  He’s right here by my side.

Prayer closets and prayer swings are a good thing.  There sure is a lot to pray about.  If He will do all this for me, He will surely for you – just for the asking.  God bless!