Restored

A local christian radio station asked listeners to come up with a word to motivate them for 2011. I heard this as I was driving in my car and the word, restored, came to me in an instant. I was a little surprised! I think of restoration around Easter time, and during times of grief. However, God planted such a deeper plan of restoration in my mind.

I began to think of all the past hurts I have had in my life. I saw them in my mind as rocks in a backpack I was carrying around. I didn't think they affected my life, on a day to day basis. However, as I try to change things in my life, I realize I can't. I have to pull out a rock from my backpack, and let God restore me through that hurt. Then and only then, can he change the way I act and think. This year, a little rock at a time, God is going to restore past hurts, and in turn, Glorify himself through me.

God has already pulled a rock out for me that I did not choose. I told him I don't have time to deal with this right now. I told God I have to much on my mind right now to dredge up this issue. However, the holy spirit is not getting any quieter! So here we go, into the word, and into much prayer, he is going to make me deal with the hardest rock first. Maybe so all the other ones will seem so small in comparison.

I can't wait to walk lighter, love deeper, and have more freedom, this year in his RESTORATION and LOVE!

I meant to....

Standing beside my grandfather's coffin, I overheard one person and then another say to my dad, " I meant to come by and see your dad". You see my grandfather was in a nursing home for a few months before he died. He didn't get very many visitors, besides family. He couldn't see, hear, or feel the people who "meant to" come visit him. These people said the same thing over and over. These were good, sweet, christian folk. We are just to busy, but not for our own good.

My husband went to see his grandmother tonight. It will probably be the last time he sees her on this side of eternity. He is grieving over his "meant to". She is under Hospice care as I write this. We were "so busy" as a family we did not visit as often as we would have liked. But we meant to....

What are we meaning to do? What has God called us to do that we are not doing? I had a friend on my heart for a week or so. I said a prayer for her but I did not call her. I meant to.... I got a text from her this morning, a plea for prayer. I will never be to busy to call someone on my heart again. I beg everyone who reads this to do what God puts on there hearts. If the Holy Spirit whispers in your ear to go visit someone, do it! I for one don't want to be the one in the funeral line saying, "I meant to go see them". Let's get busy about the things that are important to God, myself included.