I’m happy for the secluded corner, shady under the crepe myrtles.
How was church yesterday?
Were you moved?
Were your hands lifted high, even if only internally lifted?
Did you sense the spirit through the words of a Spirit filled messenger?
Did you cling to the assurance, God is faithful?
Did you sense the same elsewhere, in the simplicity of small earth underneath big sky?
“The heavens declare the glory of God, and the sky above proclaims his handiwork.”
Psalms 19:1 ESV
Barefooted and with a whole day to fill, I walk out with the pup watching to be sure he pees.
I plop down on the moist grass, thinking adults don’t sit on the ground in the shade, not usually.
But, what a gift. Because I decided church would be via my laptop, I sat and just sat, no hurry, just wait.
Warm breeze, birds singing, nothing much else.
I said my prayers there.
And left them.
This Monday morning, up early with puppy, my husband pauses groggy with his coffee and turns to ask me, “What you ponderin’?
I answered, “Nothing, just dozing.”
Which wasn’t totally true because I’d been wondering about the word “faithful” and whether that was true of me and whether it was attainable in the way I believed it to be.
Looked it up and confirmed by its definition, “loyal, constant, committed, steadfast” that I’m only faithful sporadically or truthfully just momentarily.
I walked outdoors, the pup and I, saying “Go potty” and standing at a distance to confirm that he pooped.
I waited. Looked up and waited.
The heavens opening up, clouds spread thin like marshmallows melting or foam of tide going out and leaving the fluff of the stirring sea.
I laid down on the grass in the same spot of my prayers, thinking no one my age lies down on the ground to see fully the heavens.
But you do, Lisa Anne you do.
Because you’re the pondering kind and you’re not concerned over being caught being childlike, sitting with your hands resting in your lap to pray or looking up lying down because that’s the only true spectacular view.
Church on Sunday was backyard prayers in pajamas.
Church on Monday was being captivated by heaven and realizing my faithfulness is to such activity as this.
Childlike lingering to ponder unashamed out in the backyard.
Yeah, I’m faithful to such things as this.
Listening for birds, hurrying to see the geese, hoping for intermittent promptings to pray prayers that are not spectacular and yet, flow like sweet supper conversations.
Monday morning findings of just one tiny rose bloom left for you to view.
I am learning, these are the faithful sought after traits God knows are mine and are mine to honor Him.
Be faithful in.
Being certain of heaven.
Less performance for God and more contemplation of Him.
More learning of acceptance and less calculative striving for answers.
Because the greatest answer is not a reply that says you’re worthy, we chose you, you’re our selection or show us more!
Maybe I’m only meant for little based on human definition.
For now, little consistently and faithfully is feeling much like much.
Thinking of heaven while still on earth, I’m faithful in this.
“Well done, good and faithful servant. You have been faithful over a little; I will set you over much. Enter into the joy of your master.’”
Matthew 25:21 ESV