Showing posts from May, 2012

Pancakes and Perspective

I am finally having success with my pancakes.  My history with pancakes has been dismal.  You can even note the near-failure cakes at the bottom of the stack.  They are on the darker side.  Not the most preferred color for pancakes.

Yesterday I had a perspective change.  My brain had grabbed onto a familiar thought that in recent months has turned into a cyclical pattern: round, and round, and round.  I am really good at ruminating.  Wish that burned calories: I would never have to go to the gym.

As my brain seemed to buckle down in this cyclical mode, it was gently interrupted.

"What is the base of your perspective?"

From what belief are you looking from?  Uh-oh, my base was not on God's goodness or power.

At about that time I noticed a big dark luminous cloud rolling into the horizon.  A few days ago I ran across a passage in the Scriptures that said we see God's power in the thunder and the rain.

"Is the arm of the Lord too short, Tammie?"  Is this…

First Step

After writing the previous post, I woke early the next morning (this has been happening every day since I returned home from PCS).  My mind and spirit were churning over something I forgot: the first step when coming to meet with Abba.  Not sure why it's taken me a few days to post it:

Invite Him to come.

Ask Him to come. 

Then, wait. 

Do nothing. 

He will show up.

Then Open the Word... get your pen and journal ready.

It's pretty simple.

Be Blessed!

Time With Abba

Wednesday I woke up very cranky: well that's probably an understatement to be honest.  I was not happy. I had to rise early, be on someone else's schedule, to do what I normally do just fine on my own.  I fought my attitude as I took a shower, praying against the foulness swelling up in me over what should be a pleasant, delightful experience.

After opening my Bible to get my "normal" quiet time reading in, I read about David dancing before the LORD, and his wife, Micah, despising him in her heart.  Not thinking much of it, I dressed and shoved my belongings into my backpack.

Still unable to push the complaints from fogging up my mind, I headed for the assigned area where we were to meet at 7:00AM.   I was a few minutes late.  I felt like Yo-Sammity-Sam grumbling and cursing as I walked to the meeting area where we were to have "Time with Abba" together.  I felt like I was in kindergarten or something.  I did not need to be taught how to spend time with th…