So tonight I was about to go to sleep when my husband began to preach to me. He was basically being stern yet loving at the same time, and encouraging my faith. I love when he does that. It’s rather great. I can’t fully describe how much it makes me feel good; I can only describe the releasing I feel in my soul after it’s done. I feel as if I can actually sleep well tonight.
And the church said:”Amen.”
I am a bit happy about the words attached to this weeks’ photos, and now as I write, I can almost foresee that when I took these pictures they were actually a sign of things to come. So the first picture below, was actually of me experiencing the sorrow. And the word ‘flare’ as described in the dictionary meant this for me:“to burn with an unsteady, swaying flame, as a torch or candle in the wind; or a bright blaze of fire or light used as a signal, a means of illumination or guidance…” Yes. I recall feeling as if I was being given direction, that day.
My pictures above was taken mos ago when I was ill. I was sitting in my favorite chair, and contemplating about a loss I was experiencing, and I felt like God was siting right there with me. I thought:” I want to capture this moment.” And what better way than taking picture , right? I held up the camera, and find that I have this flare over my face, as I sit there, and snap. And then, a little a few days later in the same spot, I snap again.
And this photo was with my resolve, and a few days later, after prayer.
So the word ‘flare’ also is described as: “to spread out; to start up or burst out in sudden, fierce activity, passion…”
I’ve been stretched over the past few weeks. I have definitely been spread out , stretched out, and tested. Yet that’s not so bad. I believe it was a for very good reasons. Reasons that involve the need to endure, and nave knowledge of just what exactly my soul is capable of. I have learned a lot in the past few months, and I believe that intensity and “fierce passion” is ready to ignite. I believe that all things work together for good, despite the challenges they bring me.
And as I feel I am slipping…I am yet completely thankful for my little ‘flare halos’. They are signs, indeed – to help me to remember God is in control, and I don’t have to be.
And it is well.
It is well, with my soul.
Selah.
{I joined #OurProject52 this week and their beautiful project of searching for beauty in everyday life…a link up with Lashawn & Mimi , respectively.}