Lost phone, cheap oranges, etiquette, God’s sovereignty, and worship/prophetic
- Better Than I from Joseph, King of Dreams plays in the background while I write, as my kids watch it, after lunch. That is one of the most powerful songs, ever. It could be my life’s anthem. When I first saw that movie, I so NEEDED it. Being blessed doesn’t mean that everything will be easy, and discipline doesn’t mean that the Father doesn’t love me. “I’ve let go the need to know why / I’ll take what answers You supply / For You know better than I.” I am convinced that the reason the movie was never released in theaters is because it is such a vivid picture of the sovereignty of God. Americans don’t want to hear that God is sovereign. We’ll gladly have Him work miracles. But, submit to His plan?? Hmph.
- I lost my mobile phone. If you tried to call me in the last three weeks, I didn’t get the message, or the text. We looked into getting me a new phone, but it was cost-prohibitive. Then — DUH!! — I remembered that we still had my old phone. A couple calls to Verizon Wireless, and voila! No cost to reconnect it, nor to suspend my other phone.
- This is fun! Don’t Gross Out the World, an 11-question on global meal etiquette. I got 9 out of 11. My kids all got 4 to 6.
- I’ve been way over food budget for the last couple of months… I’m recommitting to clipping coupons and being very careful. It is extremely hard to eat restricted diets, healthily, on the cheap. This past trip, I was able to spend about 40% less than I have in weeks past, with especially careful shopping of the sales, plus saving $11 in coupons (pre-celiac disease, I used to save $35-40 per trip, up to $60 at times), and simply doing without some things I wanted to buy. A SCORE was finding oranges at $0.19 per pound. I bought 16 lbs, and two days later, they’re half gone. I also got 11 lbs of organic Braeburn apples at $0.67 per pound.
- Last night at kinship, I had a prophetic song that was about fixing our eyes on Jesus, as the source of our peace and joy, no matter what was going on, on the left and the right of us. I needed it today; I keep recalling it… Yesterday, I thought, “That little rice-reaction-rash Fiala has on her cheeks looks like it might be staph.” This morning, there’s no doubt. 😦 It’s all over her face, and her arms, too. Her sweet cheeks are all crusty again. She’s only been off of her five-week round of antibiotics for… three weeks? four? I can’t remember now. It’s disheartening to see it back. I thought we were DONE with staph!! I’m waiting to hear back from the doctor. But, my eyes are fixed on Jesus, and I’m leaning on Him for peace, and for joy, and though it’s an effort, I will not let the enemy disable me with discouragement and grumpiness.
- Oh! Plus, I found out this morning that I will likely need a root canal. I about cried at the dentist’s office. I come home, and my husband says, “No way. There has to be another option. I’ve read awful things about the side-effects that can come from root canals, like life-long migraines.” That didn’t help. The thing that kills me is that my tooth didn’t hurt UNTIL I got a filling a couple of weeks ago. Now, I’m on several-times-daily aspirin or ibuprofen because the pain radiates down into my jaw, back into my ear, into my head. My dentist said, “Six percent of the time, we do a filling, and end up having to go back in for a root canal because the nerve is so damaged from the drilling needed for the filling.” I didn’t know that! Plus, root canals obviously kill the root, which cuts off the blood supply to the tooth, which leads to tooth brittleness, as it’s no longer being supplied by calcium, so they have to do a crown. Seems like a “cascade of interventions” to me. I am not pleased. Still. My peace and joy don’t come from perfect teeth: they come from fixing my eyes on Jesus.
- Speaking of prophetic stuff, I don’t think I’ve ever blogged about prophetic stuff spoken over me, but last night, my kinship leader spoke something very short, and it completely resonated in me. IT has stayed with me, as well. He simply said, “God wants you to know that you’re both a trumpet and a harp.” Instantly, I knew what he meant. … During kinship, we have teaching, then worship, and after worship, I just strum a little chord progression to “cover” the time of ministry and prayer. The whole time, I kept up the same G – Em7 – D – C2 thing going over and over, and prayer was just a fountain out of me. I sang very, very quietly. I don’t know if anyone even heard me, except the kinship leader, who, at the very end, came and stood inches from me and started singing with me. It was just sweet. I could have gone on for hours. As it was, I think it did last a good 30 minutes, maybe more… Prophetic with strength = trumpet. Lyrical, tender worship = harp.
- I hope that last bit wasn’t too much Joseph-in-his-immaturity!!
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