May 21, 2014
“Mom, I finally have the next entry written up,” I say as I fill my tank
for the half-hour drive to my daughter’s soccer practice. “It’s weird, on the
few nights I have been rested enough to seek God, He hasn’t been pulling me
into His presence like before. Do you think He could have been waiting for me
to write up what He already showed me?”
“Could be,” Mom replies. “Maybe He wants to make sure you’re committed
to this process.”
I shrug off the question of commitment, God knows my heart. “I’ve never
been one to keep a journal, so this writing what is happening as it is happening is a new thing
for me… Maybe He’s getting me into the rhythm of it all.”
“I’m sure whatever it is, God has a good reason.”
“Me too,” I say as I climb back into the SUV, heading for the soccer
fields in Kuna. “I’m on the road; I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Love you.”
I slap my hand to my forehead in frustration as I search for my iPad to
put on some tunes for the short trip. “I can’t believe I left it at home. You
have practice for an hour and a half. I’m going to be so bored!”
“You could always jog around the field, Mom,” Ashley offers.
Seconds after the words leave her mouth, rain pummels the car. I give her an appalled glare. She
grins, “I have to practice in it, you can walk in it!”
The wind picks up; the rain comes in big sheets threatening to push my car if my attention lapses for a moment. “Maybe I’ll practice with God
while you practice in the rain – if they don’t close the field, that is.”


Looks like God was waiting for me to write what He had shown me after
all.
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