~Getting PluGGed iN!~ Finding Grace

Good MORNINglory,
and smOOchy holykisses!

Last night, was our final night of the revival. Too bad, because i'm just not ready for it to be over. i'm asking God to keep it burning in my new heart. Yall know, if we ask anything according to His will, He heareth us! God's more than heard me, and He answered, using things i understand within my extra-ordinary little life.

Remember the Contessa Urina Mariah? If you've never met her before, she's the keeper of the potting shed. On special days, she loves to dress up in her apron and feather boa to dance in corn rows, and attend Sisterchick tea parties. She's a humble garden girl who does what she can, Inspite of her circumstance that she doesn't even have a head: she still wears hats!* -- I'm looking at her differently today. Who knew that this morning, i'd look to her and find a portion of grace???

Several of you asked about the revival. Each night, i walked away having learned something to apply to this little life of mine. ~ Some of you don't know but this is the church we first attended and there; got serious about dedicating our lives to God. Then as years went on, our boys turned to teenagers and started visiting a different church with friends and it had an incredible youth group. They loved it. Our youngest began playing guitar in the praise and worship band. So we ended up going as well.
Then as they grew up and graduated.... things began changing again. We prayed long and hard, knowing something was stirring us elsewhere. We just didn't know where? We stayed close to God, but still walked in the wilderness. Now here are we right back where we started. A full circle. All except the pastors who led years ago, are no longer there. We loved them very much, but we love the new ones too!!! ~So it's all good! And the people... have been sooooo welcoming, you cannot even imagine it. Love? Oh yeah!!!!

~MUCHLOVE~

We've not rejoined yet; that will be up to Myguy. That will be his decision... he's the priest of the home and he already knows i'm happy there. Even if he didn't want to go there, and would choose somewhere else; i'd follow. But he seems content as i. Thing is, because of his work schedule, i do alot of church things alone. He goes Sunday mornings, but that's it. His schedule is very hectic. I'm thankful he loves the Lord and makes time for God every Sunday morning, -- This week; he made it to one evening service at the revival, the rest i was by myself.

At the revival, the pastor said to "bloom where you're planted." An Old cliche' that held
great meaning for me.
i've really missed having a place to belong. Walking the wilderness is tiring. i know; going to thee other churches taught us things we'd have not learned any other way. For that i'm grateful. And in the dry times, staying rooted in the word, kept me planted in Jesus Christ; even if we didn't have a church home.
The Lord reminded me of the morning glorys today. Ever heard of perennials that reseed themselves? Well, once upon a time, i sowed morning glorys. See all the little "new hearts,"
in the garden? These came up on their own. Look close: tiny little "new hearts"
springing up all over the place. They reseed
every spring. i have a love-hate relationship with them now. They
spring up everywhere , and go crazy. They climb everything and grow to the top of the potting shed. To bad i'm not a little more like them. They not only bloom where they were planted, they reseed themselves; weather any storm and continue to bear fruit and color the world they live in.

"Behold I stand at the door, and knock: if any man hear my voice, and open the door, I will come into him, and will sup with him, and he with me." Rev 3:20

This verse was spoken the last day of revival and i keep seeing the door knocker on the shed when i hear it. This morning glory grew around the door knocker and bloomed right there. i know God's knocking, and i hear Him. Time to start blooming right where He finds me.

Before i left last night, the pastor's wife asked me what size tshirt i wear? You see, awhile back i offered to help the lady in arts n crafts with VBS. i was really excited because that stuff is kinda my thing ya know? Later, the pastor's wife told me that they actually have alot of help already in arts n crafts but she was concerned for some of thee other areas that they didn't have enough help in. I told her whatever she wants me to do, I'll do. That I'll just show up, and they can just point me in whatever direction is needed. Deep down, i was kinda disappointed because I know arts n crafts is one of my gifts and I was looking forward to helping out in that department. But God kinda took me by the shoulders and said, "WHO are you wanting to serve?" "Me, or you?" -- sorry Lord! I was wanting to serve Lea again, but I really want it "your" way!!! If they ask me to wash dishes I'll happily wash dishes with suds up to my elbows! I'll dry, put away, sweep the floor and take out the trash! I'm your girl Lord, and I'll be wearing my "large" vbs tshirt with a smile!

Like the morning glories; i'm reseeded, revived, and once again plugged in.
Hopefully, i'll start bloomin
right where i'm planted.