I haven't been keeping up with my Sunday musings and I regret it now because last Sunday and some other Sundays I wanted to record some of the thoughts and now those thoughts are gone. Some Sundays just don't work out for writing and by Monday I'm caught up in the week.
This weekend I felt like I received about 3 months spiritual refreshment in going to hear Ray Vander Laan (
http://www.followtherabbi.com/) in Sugarcreek Thurs & Fri eve and all day Saturday. It is a milestone in my year. I've been feeling some turning this week and the words I heard this weekend definitely moved it along. Turning as in renewal, commitment and trust. There were definite times during his talks when I connected specifically to what was being said and I don't want to forget them. Once I noticed my right ear was almost tingling itching at a part that really struck me and maybe God was specifically urging me to
really hear this! It's easy to go on into the next day, the next week and not reflect on and chew on what was given. I want to
*hagah! God's Word and also
hagah! the specific parts that He illumined to me this weekend. Hide them in my heart and not forget. Remember. Which reminds me of Marcus' sermon last Sunday of Remember, Life, Covenant.
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hagah = Hebrew word often translated "meditate" but is the word for the roar/growl of a lion after a kill, as in-- it's mine, I want it, all of it!One way to remember is to attempt to write what feels half formed in your mind. That's how I feel about what I heard. If I would try to tell you what impacted me in what R.V.L. said, I could try, but it would be slow and halting because I haven't processed the ideas and words enough to string it together in a precise way. It's in the mixer stage, not the finished cookie. So if I make myself take time to try to write it down it would help me process it so I could express it in words quicker. Just spending time thinking about it works too, but I think writing forces you to work harder, speeding up the process.
Anyway. Tis a nice Sunday. The family all cheered over the sauerkraut & lil smokies with mashed potatoes part of lunch (with green salad & applesauce). Sam's Highlander grog coffee (which Kristin bought for him) tasted great.
Not sure what to think about this: twice during lunch I unintentionally called God Dad, as in "Well, Dad says.."(and then paused as I realize what I've said) Sam said it must mean something if it happened twice. Is that a turning change too, that my heart really believes in Father relationship at a deeper level than before?
Isaac was a regular growly bear coming home and at the table so I finally stuck him in bed. Then after he woke up (right after the dishes were done,) he and I went on a long walk. Partly through the sunlight wooded area along our property line, he absolutely loved it! and partly through the far back end of our yard.
"Through the leaves
and sassafras trees"
And now 3 bodies are bouncing up and down on the trampoline right outside the gathering room door and I hear someone playing lilting tunes on the keyboard...
The rest of the evening I will be home with only lil boy noises