Thursday, January 1, 2009

Unfinished Business

2009 has arrived with little fanfare here. We went to bed at 10:30pm last night after sipping a glass of bubbly apple cider. Our kids were at their own party. After dinner I did go out to get a great draught of Spirit filled worship at a Lincoln Webster concert with my good friend at her church. Hallelujahs rose from our lips and many of the lyrics echoed the cry of my heart to trust God more.

This past week I was perusing some journal entries from 2008. In one I was talking in drama lingo with God, asking him what was the super objective of my life, and how could I fulfill that by following the simple objectives each day. I noticed that the Scripture in the margin was about trusting God. That was the answer for the super objective or the theme for my life: TRUST GOD!

Now on to the simple objective of doing those things which lend to the super objective, the activities and attitudes that demonstrate my faith and trust in God and God alone. This is the unfinished business of life.

I also found today that instead of my usual listing of what I hope to accomplish this year in different arenas of my life, I just got up and starting doing my mental "to-do" list. I gathered Christmas decorations to be sorted and put away. I went through some dishes and other knick knacks to get rid of. I sorted through some boxes in the basement. Tackled the laundry, even matched our socks. We usually just maintain a sock basket that we each dig through to find our daily socks. Crazy and lazy, but true!

So now here I am pursuing one of my other ambitions for 2009, to write something on this blog every day, except maybe not the weekends. So I hope someone out there is reading this, and if not I am happy to just express my thoughts in print.

As I ramble I also think I will throw out a question from this book I found- to encourage thinking in your own life, or just for grins. I will answer it here and would love to hear from you, too.

Question: Would you rather spend the day at the beach or on a snow-capped mountain?

I would rather spend the day at the beach. The sun, the surf, even the sand are welcome. The power of the waves overwhelm me, and I definitely think of God when I am at the beach.


The seas have lifted up, O LORD,the seas have lifted up their voice;the seas have lifted up their pounding waves. Mightier than the thunder of the great waters,mightier than the breakers of the sea — the LORD on high is mighty.

Psalm 93:3-4 NIV

2 comments:

  1. I'm out here reading every word and am so encouraged by it.....Of great interest is also our first initial responses to your "OR" questions.....While I feel a kinship with you that is definitely of God, I find it interesting that my first instinct in answering your questions is opposite yours.....and even more interesting is the fact that as few as 10 years ago, I would have answered as you did. Perhaps it was the fact that I grew up on the beach, our family had a sailboat for half of my life and we always ended up in the speed boats when we were bored........Now I long for those quiet, mountain-top experiences that take my breath way, in the stillness of the forest hills and I have even rekindled my love to be waiting for what God will bring and let the wind whip up and take me on an adventure that even I didn't know I was ready for......Yes, my friend, our kinship is taking us through the seasons of life. Personally, I love it all.....what an awesome God to inspire us with so many diverse adventures and glorious pictures to store in our hearts.......while I feel the wind in my sails already....Love you. May this year be a year of rejoicing as your life continues to shine with your trust in Him and Him alone! Thanking God for you!

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  2. Lovely responses...what a gift to be given words to express our hearts...I treasure you so much...and will gladly come to your mountain whenever the Lord calls us together...for now I am glad you live in the suburbs with me :)

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