My Lord,
The clouds just smiled at me. I smiled back and then cried.
Father, you know I always look at the sky whenever I am afforded the opportunity. I just finished writing out some encouragement letters to Rebecca, Rachel and Beth. And I was also listening to Lisa Walker Smith's song, Holy Spirit You Are Welcome Here.
And then, after I finished writing, I put the pen down and picked up my coffee and then I asked, "Lord, can I just sit here and worship you, drink my coffee and listen to this song?"
And as I am staring into the sky, I watch the clouds glide gently by. It is amazing to me that there is much fog in the air, as well as a brightness shining down from the heavens. And then I felt this contentment and this peace come over me and I began to think: I could so get used to this. If I had the means to sustain my income, I would volunteer at church, visit the sick and the hungry, write letters, post notes and blog about encouragement in Christ Jesus.
If I did not have to concern myself with an income or how I would make a living, I could truly find many ways in expressing profound creativity in praising, worshiping and honoring God, our Heavenly Creator.
I could write poems and reference scripture, take photographs, send out greeting cards and post cards, visit Hope, visit mother Williams, visit Jenny, visit Carol, visit Dixie, visit Myriam, visit Caroline, visit those that are sick in the hospital, those that are bedbound and unable to leave home, run errands for senior citizens and the sick, and so much more.
Lord I do not know what you have planned for my future, but I am certain, without a shadow of a doubt, that you have gifted me with nurturing and encouragement, and it goes beyond anything that I can do in my own will.
All that I do and long to do comes from the Holy Spirit. I exhaust myself trying to encourage others and be a source of light. I have to believe that you have something bigger planned for me in this role of being "Barnabas."
I have to believe it God! This is not me and truthfully speaking, it is exhausting. I find great delight in ministering to your Saints as well as the unbelievers but sometimes my hands cannot keep up with the task ahead and my energy level drains slowly day-by-day like a flat tire.
So Lord, strengthen me according to your word and your mighty power and I will serve as many and as often as I can. That is my sacrifice to you Lord. Strengthen me Father God and then use me according to your will and your perfect plan. In Jesus' precious name, amen.
Eternally yours
