Monday, September 2, 2013

Bobbing and Weaving!

As I talked with my father today and recall previous conversations to others my mind thinks about bobbing and weaving. Many people have been looking in on our lives; that is my husband's and I life and believed that we have been bobbing and weaving. What does this mean exactly? Well, it means wandering aimlessly, changing courses without a specific destination in mind; it could also look like someone going and going and just unsure.

The beautiful thing, is that once someone sits down and really looks or takes the time to connect they become fully aware of our destination. That what looks like bobbing weaving to them is really a following after what God has ordained in our lives. It is a time of preparation for the tasks that are to come. It's a recovery time after completing an assignment. I characterized our lives after trusting Christ as a couple as a roller coaster ride. Why? Because we gave god the reigns, we said to Him, "Your will be done" and we did not consider this place our home.

Our journey has been one of learning to trust God, implicitly. When we choose to follow his leading and go to University, leaving our jobs to study the scriptures; we had to believe that he would take care of our family. That He would provide, care for us. And He Did! His word tells us that He can and will do "exceeding abundantly above all that we ask or think, according to the power that worketh in us," this blew me away because I always thought that my thoughts were always abundant. My sister, Yvette, says that I have the robin Leach's dreams, "champagne wishes and caviar dreams."

I smile, because she is right but also wrong! My thoughts and dreams are abundant because I know who my Father who is!! I know what He has done and is doing in my life. That, He is Creator God! I am convinced that "I AM' has and is ordaining our steps........We are in Miami now and looking forward to the work He has for us here!!

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