"MY LETTERS TO GOD": August 2021

Sunday, August 22, 2021

“How Can I Say Thanks for the Things You Have Done for Me…..”. Dear Lord, I cannot even express with mere words what You have given me. WhyYou chose to give me such peace in the midst of that awful storm…..I will for evermore be grateful. And, I will never forget it. I’ve re-read the prayer I sent to You after I found out Lowell died…..it was truth…..every word…..as I saw it. And, felt it. My heart was burdened…..my twin brother’s felt the very same way I did. We were so sorrow filled. When I wrote in the very early morning hours about my brother not waking up….I hoped and prayed he had talked to You. You know how we are, Lord….we think we have to know things….things that people like to keep to themselves. I’m just so filled with joy that You allowed us a look into heavenly places.

I guess at first I wondered if I could believe what I was actually told. And then Lord….I thought, why would I ever doubt such a wonderful event? Because it didn’t happen to me?

I stand amazed in Your presence, Lord. I stand amazed at how You work through Your visionaries. That is what I will call her. Her sister, Susan, first called me the morning after I found out Lowell died in his sleep. She’s telling me about this encounter Kathy had called her about. Not that I didn’t believe it…..I just wanted to hear it from Kathy’s own mouth. Nothing could prepare me for what I heard, Lord. I realize I don’t have to tell You this…..but, for those peeking over my shoulder as I write….I need to write it “out loud”. As a matter of fact, as I physically just visited with Kathy at her home…she took me outside in her yard, where You had spoken to her. She showed me how she just stood in her yard right near the back porch. And…..it was there that she spoke aloud…..saying something like…..”This is awful, Lord! This is just awful.” Expressing that I was just getting back on my feet after John dying…..”and here’s something else to grieve over!” In the middle of this “talk” she was having with You…..You stopped her…..by quickly interjecting Your own thoughts.

“Stop it, Kathy! He’s. With. Me!”

It is such a miraculous event that I wish everybody could read about this encounter she experienced with You. As I looked around her yard, Lord…..I just marveled at what she and I had experienced.

You have allowed me to experience a piece of the PEACE that passes all understanding……from the Throne of God.

Thank You, dear One, for loving us as You do. As we go about our lives, doing our day to day duties……trying to live up to the expectations everyone might have of us…..or even up to the expectations we have of our own selves…..help us to be concerned with the expectations of what we feel You have for us. And then, help us to be true to that cause.

We are Your instruments. Help us keep them in tune, shined and ready to use at a moments notice. When I think that I could be an emissary for You to someone who needs to hear from You…..as Kathy was for me……I want to be ready. Oh, my! I can’t think of anything more wonderful.

Thank You, dear One! I am humbled, and blessed to be Your child.

I pray in the name of Jesus. Amen.

Post note……The young women I have written about are the daughters of my husband’s brother.

Introduction to "My Letters To God"

My letters to God came about by my need to communicate with Him on a regular basis. I needed to, as a christian, a wife and a mother notwithstanding, pray every day. As a young mother I found myself almost continually interrupted by my two little girls. All for necessary and legitimate reasons. You and I both know satan uses every trick in the book to keep us from communing with God and I felt that he was definately getting the upperhand. So, one day out of sheer desperation, I grabbed a sheet of paper or a notebook (I don't remember) and began to scribble out a prayer for God to come and rescue me. I needed to tell Him EXACTLY how I felt. I needed Him and felt that this was my only recourse. Invariably, before I started writing, when I was interrupted I hardly ever would go back to my devotion time. I'd forget where I was in my prayertime and it all seemed futile.....after all, the wash had to be done, the beds had to be made, baths needed to be taken care of.....etcettera.....etcettera....etcettera. After the first attempt, I tried it again and again until this wonderful habit was formed for me. I could literally stop mid-sentence and almost always go back , and pick up where I had left off. As I found my time with God lengthening because of my determination to do this, it ended up being my solace. Even with two more daughters and a son as the years went by. I often found that it was truly a wonderful thing when I would search for a word that described what I REALLY felt. Many times in my prayertime prior to this , I would skim over the

hard parts that would express my angst to Him sort of mumbling, "Lord, you know what I mean.....". I was so terribly desperate to express how I really felt. To that, I could only tell Him in my tears and fears and frustration hoping He would still love me. I'd reread sometimes and find that I was alot meaner than I knew He would be pleased with.....or, I was not as bad as I believed I was.

Writing to God has followed me into the years that the world says are the "senior years". It doesn't matter to me. As long as I can hold a pen and write Him all of my heart thoughts, the "mind stealers" will not deter me. I am determined to be God's instrument. I will blow my horn for Him as long as He gives me breath!

As I share my letters with you, past and present, may you find in Him the solace that you need. He will give that to each of us. This is my prayer.

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