Finding the Flow

There are old posts on this blog from as far back as 2016. They can look a bit wonky because they’ve been moved to different platforms a few times. The spacing is off and images may appear multiple times or not at all. There was a moment when I thought about deleting the old content, but I decided against it. Our past is our past but we can learn and grown from it. So as wonky and rambling as they are, they’ll remain here.

I think I finally settled on the look for the site and the main categories for future posts. Recently, I looked into creating a “podcast” so that I can add audio files here on the site. Sometimes I find it easier to talk than write and vice versa. How to create the podcast is solved and I’m moving onto topics and ideas for audio posts. While it’s easy for me to get in front of a mic and ramble, I don’t want that for every episode. It’s in the works and I’m praying for direction with it.

My nephew and niece-in-love offered to take me to Florida with them. It’s been five years since I’ve been back. My younger sister lives there and my beloved Aunt. My Aunt, bless her, is my Mom’s younger sister. She’s the last of the four sisters living and she’s a feisty, smart, loving, funny woman that I have the privilege of calling family. I’ve been sending handwritten letters to her for many years now. It’s something I love to do and I believe handwritten letters still have a place in this world. A letter allows a person to read it when they want. It gets you away from the phone and messenger platforms. I thought email would be the way to go back when it became popular, but I found that many older relatives just couldn’t wrap their heads around it. So I write.

My cousin reached out to me to let me know how much my Aunt appreciates the letters and that they make her happy. That’s all I need. Now, as she battles cancer and I know that the Lord will soon take her home, I’ve started writing to my mother-in-love. She reached out to my husband and told him how much she enjoyed receiving letters. It may be an old practice, but obviously it’s something that I need to do.

But back to my nephew offering to take me to Florida. I initially said yes and agreed to go. Then, over the course of the last week, I reached out and thanked them, but said I wouldn’t be going. It’s hard to turn down free lodging and free travel to sunny Florida but I did. Why? Because the more I prayed about it, the more I realized that it’s not where the Lord needs me to go right now. I’m learning to actively listen to the Holy Spirit and for some reason, I needed to pass on this trip. It’s nothing ominous I assure you. It’s just me being obedient to the Lord.

Even though lodging and travel were covered, I’d still have to put quite a bit on a credit card during the two week stay. As I’ve written before, my hubby is unemployed and we’re trying to be good stewards with our money. Money that the Lord has provided to pay our bills and keep us in our house. He has given abundantly, so I’m not going to squander it while my hubby sits at home searching for a job. He was invited too, but he felt it was unethical to spend money on a vacation when he should be actively seeking work.

Since I’m not worrying about spending that money, I feel lighter. So much lighter I dove into clearing out closets with J (a.k.a. hubby). We got rid of stuff we’ve had for years. It brought a lot of laughter because we both thought, “Why did we even keep these things?!” Purging the closets and storage areas in the house feels good. The other thing is that we can finally see the floor in J’s closet. It’s been 8 years since that was possible!

So, I’m finding the flow of life on this renewed Christian walk. It’s been about learning to listen, see and feel because the Lord talks to us in different ways. Thank goodness, He is patient. Many times I’m just really slow to understand what I’m hearing, seeing, reading or feeling. But I’m a work in progress.

Peace,

 
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