“A lot of people like snow. I find it to be an unnecessary freezing of water.”
Carl Reiner
(these birds have not flown south, I’m trying / Julie Cook / 2018)
When the going gets cold and dreary…
The Cold and Dreary get going…as in they head south…
So for the weekend, I’m heading south…as far south as I can reasonably drive for the
extent of a weekend.
And if the truth be told, the only thing I asked for for Christmas was for a weekend away.
Remember, our’s is a life of one of retail—getting away for a weekend, at some point following the
dreaded black Friday unto Christmas shopping mayhem is the hoping for a weekend of peace and sanity.
And as we have a grandbaby due in two weeks…this was the weekend…snow, ice, tornados…
you name it, come hell or high water, away it was to be…
So during my very recent traveling southward, I passed a small country church that had a wonderful
sign posted out front:
“If your job depended on your prayers, would you still be employed?
That little obscure sign, in the middle of a lonely stretch of road in the middle of the
northern panhandle of Florida, gave me a wealth of wonderment to ponder as I drove onward…
Prayer…
We think we’re doing good, our prayerful due diligence, when we squeeze in our quick little
arrow prayers, those prayers which shoot upward throughout the day, yet leave out any real focused
and purposeful time spent in the presence of the One Omnipotent Creator…
Or… we squeeze in our designated 15 minutes each morning or evening…
Is it uninterrupted?
Is it hindered by falling asleep or by a ringing phone or a dinging text?
Communion.
“An act or instance of sharing.”
Do we spend time the time of communion with our Lord as we would want Him to spend with us…
I drove onward…wondering, hoping…and determining that time must be turned around…
Likewise, the Spirit helps us in our weakness. For we do not know what to pray for as we ought,
but the Spirit himself intercedes for us with groanings too deep for words.
Romans 8:26
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