Learning Not to Toil

Had the amazing opportunity today to be encouraged and prayed for by prophetic elders. Was a sweet time of fellowship and gleaning of their God given wisdom. Felt so good to speak and understand the same language as them. We are apart of the same tribe, made from the same fabric and they felt like home. 

I am so blessed and want so badly for others to feel His love too. 

From time to time I fill in for a retirement community on Saturday mornings. This last Saturday felt so sweet. In the morning, someone hand delivered me coffee after they heard I had a craving, Mr. W brought down his art project to share with me and during my lunch break in the deli, Mrs. S handed me a chocolate bar, saying, “enjoy.”

Just the day before, I accepted the Sub-Director position at my work. When it was initially offered to me, I felt inadequate, I felt I wasn’t ready and I felt fear. I leaned more on the “no way,” side than the ” yes, for sure,” side. Between the time of the offer and the time of accepting it, the Lord really changed my heart. I already had so much love and compassion for them, but during this time of seeking whether or not I should accept, I nearly wept when it came to how much I could care for them more, if I were to become Sub-Director. Now, it feels good to say that I am their spiritual covering. They will be flooded with spoken blessings and never any curses. They will experience God’s love for them, even when they leave my arms. 

All that to say, I’ve been in a weird spiritual place lately. I’ve been feeling lost. I’ve been feeling distant. I’ve been experiencing sorrow. But the Lord is so faithful and even though I feel like I’m in a desert, He’s showing me He loves me. He’s giving me his shalom and He’s showering me with affection through others. He’s sweet to me. He is with me. And when that lady handed me that chocolate bar that day, I was so overwhelmed with my Father’s random acts of kindness that all I could do was receive, say thank you and allow God to expand my heart with gratitude again.

Today one of my clients wrote me a post-it note and stuck it on a shelf where I was sure to find it. It said her son’s name on top, drew a heart with an apostrophe ‘s’ in the middle and my name on the bottom. It was really sweet and endearing. This is the same client that told me a week ago that her son told her he’s going to ask me to prom. Her son is almost 6 months old. So cute. :)