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Listening When He Speaks
“O Lord. 
Reassure us that You are our light, our protection, and our shield. 
We need those reminders. Give them to us each day. 
May we stand firm in Your power as we find our strength in You, 
rather than tremble before the enemy. 
Only through the blood of our Lord Jesus Christ do we conquer! 
Amen.”
The Grace of Encouragement daily flip calendar by Charles Swindoll; April 15; Stress Fracture, p. 210 


Is it all women, or just some, or just me? Who constantly think. Constantly. The all day long sorta thinking.

While folding laundry. 
While sudsing dishes in the sink. 
While washing dirty kid toes in the bath tub.
While preparing meals.
And clearing the table.
While showering.
While cleaning the shower.
While watering the horses.
And feeding the dogs.
While driving to and fro.
While standing in line at the market.

Is it all women, or just some, or just me?

I am a thinker. I think about my life before coming to know the Lord as my Savior. I think about the grace of His Salvation. I think about the unmeasurable happiness that my husband and my son are walking about with Jesus in their hearts. I think about what God wants me to do with His gifts, talents, resources, and abilities–the ones He has entrusted to me.

Then I get a glimpse of the news. Not on TV, I pulled the plug on that with the dawning of the new year. Not in newspapers, I live near the heartbeat of the liberal in Oregon. I don’t want tainted news bits with my morning cereal. My thinking started this morning with my conservative-filtered online news source. The lead story this morning makes no sense. I cannot wrap my mind, my heart, my soul around it. It’s real meaning. 

Now what?! What is next? Tears of angst fell as I fed horses. A vice gripped my chest and threatened to clamp my very heart, beating wildly within my chest. Teeth grated upon one another in a stressful response. My breath was short and rapid as I carried firewood. And of course, my mind raced. Right around its track. Again. And again. Each time with a new twist.

Even though my brain couldn’t even formulate a proper prayer for me to rocket up to God, He already knew of my angst. My concerns. My fears.

That quote on my flip calendar, was it really there already? Before I read some news and got to thinking? Or did God put it there specifically for me today? Ah, He is wondrously gracious with His gifts. With His direction. With His reassurance. With me.


Daughter, I know you need reminders. I am here. Always with you…

While folding laundry. 
While sudsing dishes in the sink. 
While washing dirty kid toes in the bath tub.
While preparing meals.
And clearing the table.
While showering.
While cleaning the shower.
While watering the horses.
And feeding the dogs.
While driving to and fro.
While standing in line at the market.

You are not alone, not now. Nor will you ever be. Remember that glorious day when you confessed your sins, acknowledged Jesus as My Son, and asked me to be the Lord of your Life? You need to focus on that. Think on that, daughter. Today while you fold, wash, suds, prepare, clear, shower, clean, water, feed, drive, and stand. Think on Me.


“We throw open our doors to God and discover at the same moment that he has already thrown open his door to us. We find ourselves standing where we always hoped we might stand—out in the wide open spaces of God’s grace and glory, standing tall and shouting our praise.

 There’s more to come: We continue to shout our praise even when we’re hemmed in with troubles, because we know how troubles can develop passionate patience in us, and how that patience in turn forges the tempered steel of virtue, keeping us alert for whatever God will do next. In alert expectancy such as this, we’re never left feeling shortchanged. Quite the contrary—we can’t round up enough containers to hold everything God generously pours into our lives through the Holy Spirit.”

~ Romans 5:2-5 (The Message)


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