Don't Forget About Me

What one does when they want to write but their Substack is up to date for the week. They write on their old fashioned blog and say more than they would there. Haha!

Currently we are tooling along the Columbia River; going from the tri-cities today to Umatilla. There we have a reservation at a marina for two nights and need to get groceries and do laundry. We hope to reprieve from the heat a little as it is supposed to reach record high temperature the next two days.

I'm so impressed we went longer than a week with our last grocery provision. I did a little bit of laundry at a marina last week but even that is not as often as I thought. It seems possible now, at least. All the kinks are getting worked out and our systems seem to be running smoothly.

We got through the 4th here on the water. It got a little crazy in the town areas. Jet-skis and speed boats were everywhere at all times and tempers were short. A mean guy called my husband names at a free dock because we parked in his spot which we understood was first come first serve and it was. But he felt he had reserved it for himself by leaving behind his bumpers while he was out playing in the water. Our bad...we moved...but why did you have to call my husband a dirty word?

The weekend was riddled with those kinds of bad tempered happenings and Bruce was much more willing to stand his ground than I was so that kept me falling to my knees for the grace of God to cover and intervene when conflict arose. I have a place worn out near the throne of grace where I go boldly and often for wisdom and direction.

And that doesn't mean I'm great or bragging. It means that I am needy and longing for more of God's presence in those times that I feel absolutely alone and abandoned on this new voyage of life.  I want to obey with a whole lot of trust while I wait on God to bring me along and not want to be in my garden at home tending my veggies and arranging the flowers I so meticulously planted and grew in the last years more.

It means also... Don't forget me. And don't have thoughts that my life is good or better or that I am doing more fun than the norm. If you think of me, pray for me to have a full trust in what God is doing. Pray I stay thankful and focused on our great big God. And please pray that I learn to let go of what I have always known as house and home and make it so on my boat and on the water. 

In other words. Pray for me. Whatever God tells you to pray. I'm Ok. I am seen, held, and loved. I know this. And I pray for you, my dear friends. I have time. 

I think of my loved ones who are having babies and learning how to do that. I pray for the friends who want babies and grand babies and I ask Jesus to open their wombs and their hearts to receive His blessings. I ask Jesus to heal the people I love and also the ones I call family who have broken hearts and broken homes and need restoration and forgiveness. 

I pray for the church, the persecuted church, the nation, for king and country, for us as Christians to be faithful and steady on; for my children and my children's children. I pray for my local body of believers at home that they will abide in Jesus and remain in Him, to grow kinder and forgiving in the testing that surely comes to each of us.

Enough preaching, I hope your Monday is superb!