Four boys at summer camp for a week.
I looked forward to this all summer and this morning it’s here! I’m supposed to LOVE this! For the first time in my five years since losing Tom, I’ve got the house to myself for a full week! Woohoo! The prayer time I’ll have with God. All the projects I’ll get done! The writing! The organizing! The…
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Ladies, that first day after the kids flew off on their adventure, I climbed the walls, asking myself, “why is this so hard? Can I really do this alone?” And…
Is this what it will be like when they grow up and move out?
I know all about the enemy and his plans to derail me from my purpose. I did have a purpose—I have goals to meet this week with uninterrupted time. I won’t be tempted into calling friends and filling my time with social calls. In my early years of grieving that was appropriate. Now I move forward.
So the enemy steps up his game. Regina calls. “Come hang out by my pool with me.” Oh that’s tempting. She’s so godly and full of wisdom. Maybe for just a little? No, child. This is your time to focus.
Okay, God. I’m back to my purpose.
Then Ellen calls, “You don’t have the kids this week! Let’s have coffee!”
Oh, Ellen is so incredible. The mission work she does and her love for her four adopted children with special needs. If she can carve time out of her crazy schedule for me, how can I say no? Because I’m asking you to, my child.
Okay, God. Back to my purpose.
Ladies, I just wanted to share with you this moment when I feel so inspired by the Lord to walk forward, alone, without the crowd around me, to complete a work He has for me. To pull away from the noise, and not be deterred from His plan.
I know there were times when the Lord wanted me to hold back, mingle with the supportive crowd, and take in nourishment. And there are times when He’s asking me to reach out to encourage others. And then there are times when He’s asking me to step forward alone, and continue on His plan for my day with Him and only Him.
Try it sometime, you might feel what I felt after even just one day of forcing myself to walk alone with only God speaking to me throughout the day–serenity!
There’s a neat poem written by a secular poet, Tanya Davis, encouraging you to learn the art of being alone. This is what my week feels like. I’m relearning the art of being alone.
I hope that somehow the Lord speaks to you through my experience today.