A Very Rural Life

I have some pictures I want to share. They are indirectly connected to the previous post- Path. These pictures are of Tennessee, not far from the path I wrote about.

 

 

 

There’s more, but I’ll save them for another day.

Five Minute Friday: Path

Ok, here’s my 5 minutes worth…

Path.

It is a long, winding dirt path downhill from my great grandmother’s house to the dirt road below. It passes an old spring where the milk was kept to cool when my grandmother/mother was a child. Across the dirt road sits the old barn where the cattle used to live. I followed the path as a child in the summer. It was a cool, quiet path, under trees. But the cows were not quiet, nor were they inviting. It’s amazing to me that I still remember this. I must have been 4. But walking that path, barefoot as a child stood out. It was comforting, homey, reassuring that I had come from somewhere, someone I could see and touch. In a world full of doubt and confusion there was no doubt where that path led. To a little, very old, white-haired lady living in a very old farm house at the top of the hill at the end of the path. I loved her very much and she loved me.

 

Paths take us many places and teach us many things along the way. I learned that no matter what there were people in my life who would love me- ME. No tags, no conditions, no justification. They just loved me- and that taught me more about the love of Jesus, I think, than any sermon could have.

Ding.

7 p.m. A Fragrant Offering

 Finally, in my weak attempt to describe what prayer is to me, I offer up these words:

Prayer is a conversation.

Here I am Lord. Speak that I may hear You and You only.

Prayer is presenting my requests and petitions to Him.

Here’s where I am Lord. Here’s what’s going on in my life and the lives of those around me. I know You know already, but I have to tell You because You only do I trust with these needs.

Prayer is confessing – all- to Him.

My sin is ever before me, You have told me that it is forgiven and is as far as the east is from the west, so I give my sin to You.

Prayer is asking for forgiveness.

Forgive my unbelief, forgive my sin, forgive my hard heart, forgive my lack of trust, forgive my tongue. Forgive me. Mercy and Grace, Lord, mercy and grace.

Prayer is Worship.

Oh, Lord You are King of the Universe, Author and Creator of all, only You are worthy.

Prayer is Praise.

I praise You for You are my King, You provided a Way when there was No way. I see You in the flowers in the field, in the sunrises and the sunsets, in the shape of the clouds, in the face of a child. I hear you in the storm, in the crashing waves, in the gentle breeze through the trees of the forest, in the voice of the crow and the eagle. I feel Your touch in a baby’s breath, in the hand of an old woman, in the caress of the man I love. I taste Your handiwork in the sweetness of a strawberry, the salt of the sea, the tang of the grapefruit. I smell Your joy in the lavender, rose, and gardenia, the lemon and the jasmine.  You are in all good things.

Prayer is gratitude for His good gifts.

Thank You for providing for me, for placing me here in this time in this place, with these people, here on this journey, thank You for giving me a purpose, thank You for all things from Your Hand.

Prayer is acceptance of His Will.

            Teach me to be content Lord, to accept all things from Your Hand.

Prayer is extending my trust to Him and to His Will. 

I trust You, Lord. You are the Potter I am the clay; cracked pot though I may be; here I am use me for Your Glory.          


May my prayer be set before you like incense; may the lifting up of my hands be like the evening sacrifice. Psalm 141:2

And when he had taken it, the four living creatures and the twenty-four elders fell down before the Lamb. Each one had a harp and they were holding golden bowls full of incense, which are the prayers of God’s people. Revelation 5:8