This is the Eastern Washington weather I remember from my childhood–it’s very cold out, but the sun is shining and the sky is sugar-bowl blue. As Bernicie and I walked around the pasture this morning, I felt my heart just swell with gratitude. That’s my prayer time, while I’m walking, and it’s just such a gift to me to spend that time with God and my all-time favorite Yorkie.
I mentioned losing my cell phone–odd how disconnected I felt, even though I’m not actually a phone person anyway. I missed my Daily Audio Bible app most of all–listening regularly to the Word is so healing, even when the stories themselves are confusing. By that I mean some of the stuff in the Old Testament–burnt offerings, for instance, or Lot, willing to toss his two virgin daughters to the angry crowd outside his house. Yikes. For a long time, things like that kept me at a distance from the Bible, even though I was raised on the King James Version and will forever be grateful to my mom for taking us to the Northport Presbyterian Church from infancy. Still, as I’m rediscovering now, there is much more to the scriptures than the superficial meaning of the words themselves. It definitely has a singular power, all it’s own.
For me, the key was to stop trying to understand, and let up on wanting to argue every point. Now, I don’t worry about believing or disbelieving, I just listen. And there is some kind of shift going on within.
Snow predicted for the end of the week.
Oh, well. It IS January, after all.