It was good to get away to Vermont for a week. We had a great time of skiing with our snowboarding son. I fell on Thursday and my ski didn’t come off so I wrenched my knee a bit and that was actually a good thing because Kevin and Matt got to hit the slopes without me on Friday (meaning they got to take a lot of black diamond runs, the ones I don’t do, lol). I dropped them off at Okemo and went into town to pass the time. The first stop was at “Sweet Surrender” (I liked the name :), a great little bakery on the main drag. I struck up a conversation with a local artist who came in, and before I left she let me pray for her, which was cool. Typing this reminds me that I need to send her a link to Kayle Mumby’s story (I was telling her about the owl landing on his head, lol). Hopefully I can find it on YouTube or something.
One night last week the Lord woke me up to text my friend in Alaska. I knew she was planning on booking tickets for a visit, and it turns out she was trying to do just that but needed some info. He is faithful! This trip will be the same week that my husband is skiing in Colorado with her husband. I am so looking forward to this new adventure and I can’t wait to see her! She is planning things to do already, and I am sure we’ll pack a lot into the week we are together. I am praying “Do it again, Lord!” with respect to the Northern Lights. He put on quite a show for me the last time I was there! I was talking to Kevin about it when he woke up the next morning and said something about calling a friend to see if she would take me to the airport and within five or ten minutes that friend (who I don’t hear from often) texted me. I love when God does that, confirms something in these “little” ways. Oh, and I took a “random” picture of the mountain and sky on Thursday and when I got back to our place and looked at it, there in the sky is a lion roaring! He is so for me it’s crazy :)
Speaking of God, He gave me a dream yesterday morning. I was having all sorts of weird dreams, but among them was one of His. I didn’t remember it actually because I’d had so many and they all faded when I woke up. Anyway, Kevin and I were still in bed talking about the previous week when I made a comment to him about the fact that I didn’t think a particular person was “the cat’s meow.” At that moment God brought the dream back like a “whoosh.” Here it is: I went to pet a cat and it bit me in the right wrist. I grabbed it by the back of its neck and pulled it off, held it in the air and I think I cast a demon out of it or said something and then declared that it would never bite me again and threw it down. People wanted to put a bandage on my wound but I said not to cover it up until an antibiotic was applied or it would just fester. I looked up the meanings of cat (domestic) and it said “Vicious attack” and “witchcraft” and wrist said “Relationship, particularly within the body of Christ.” As it was the right wrist I looked up right and there were many meanings (actually there were for all of them but I gave what jumped out at me, which were the first ones listed). Anyway “right” stands for strength, faith, spirit, blessed, or righteous direction.
What happened recently was definitely an attack on my relationship with Mary. Sadly, the enemy succeeded in bringing separation. I think of that verse that “a perverse man spreads strife, and a slanderer separates intimate friends.” God has been revealing to me a little bit more every day about how this went down. Does it grieve me? Yes, more than I can say, especially because I was so open and vulnerable to the very ones who turned and bit me. But it was a Holy Spirit setup, complete with an uncommon amount of peace going into it. He confirmed His presence as it was going down, and continues to in many ways. He “sent a train” and it’ll take some time to sort through the wreckage, but He is in this for my good (and Mary’s as well I am sure). I pray for her and Rich every day.
Mary told me a story once about going through a crisis and how her son sang over her as she cried. I was feeling sorry for myself a few days ago that there I had been, hundreds of miles from home, going through my own crisis and had no one to sing over me. The Lord woke me at 3:17 the next morning and you know what’s coming, lol. Zephaniah 3:17: “The Lord your God is with you, the Mighty Warrior who saves. He will take great delight in you; in his love he will no longer rebuke you, but will rejoice over you with singing.” I know the rebuke, but He chastens those He loves. It is never pleasant, but the “peaceable fruit of righteousness” is so worth it.
This morning I awoke at 2:55. Psalm 25:5, “Guide me in your truth and teach me, for you are God my Savior, and my hope is in you all day long.” My soul hopes in the Lord. Time to go spend time in His presence and let Him apply the balm of Gilead to that wound. He is my healer, and He is enough.