There will be no pictures of this part of the story, but bear with me, that's part of the story. This morning, after my 2 pieces of toast, we went for our walk. We walked all along the seawall, taking in the beauty, reveling in the breeze, smelling new scents with each breath. I was praying; it was good. Finally, I pulled out my camera, realizing that I had forgotten to put in my SD card again, and started feeling frustrated. My friend, Lou, had forgotten her camera, and her cell's battery was dead. I suppose the Lord didn't want me taking pictures, but it took me a few minutes for my inner temper tantrum to die down. Finally, I rested in the Lord, and started enjoying what He'd given me. I began picking flowers, making a chain, making a little bouquet, and putting the chain into my hair as a crown. A little taste of the joy of the Lord!
We continued walking, eventually entering Stanley Park, and now I could feel the pulse of the life that is so evident in the forest. Here I felt vitality, strength, and peace. What a gift! We kept walking, and I glanced at my watch. 11:20. 10 minutes before my 'wedding'.
And there we were, 11:25, I'm all decked out, not in white, but in flowers. I'm praising God, not for marriage, but for His grace. I sat before the most beautiful big pond, covered in lily pads, framed by great evergreens. A small girl shyly walked towards me, her long, blonde curlies hanging past her shoulder. "I like the flowers in your hair..." she smiled. I motioned for her to come toward me. "What's your name?", I asked.
"I'm Sheila. Would you like some flowers?" I smiled back at her.
She nodded, and I handed her my little bouquet of wild flowers.
She walked away, her little skirt dancing around her, her tiny blue eyes caressing the yellow blossoms.
My flower girl. I realized that later. I had a little flower girl!
What a delight to my heart. 11:30. I breathed deeply, and began to pray. I poured out my heart, I poured out my thanks, I poured out my future, I praised Him who is sovereign for His sovereignty. And then I rested.
I sat and reveled in the moment, and a the still small voice of the Lord clearly spoke to me: "You're right where you're supposed to be." I've been praying for days that the Lord would speak to me clearly, definitively, and there in that moment, about the same time I would have been saying "I do", He promised me that He was at work. I have not felt such joy, such peace, such incredible rest and comfort and confidence in a very long time. What a blessing! There is still so much unknown, but here I am, resting in His hand.
|My un-wedding ring from the Mexican festival. :-)|
"You're right where you're supposed to be."
And there I rest. It is a promise.