Waking in the early hours I found myself pondering the purpose. After shuffling through the thoughts of a dream, the day's events, and the concerns for the events of the next days, I turned my thoughts to purpose. Not mine, but His. Experience told me this early wake had purpose. I began to pray for several events that would occur over the next 2 days. There was a struggle to go deep or to stay on point with one upcoming event or activity. There was the prison outreach, and those I would meet. The hope to visit and pray with a dear friend recovering from a terrible auto accident. And of course my travel, and the purposed, yet unknown meetings - those I would influence or be influenced by. The struggle to stay on "point" led me to Psalm 23, a favorite. Initially I drilled down to the second half verse 6. 6 And I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever. Ah! The idea of a a place, or always in His house brings such relief these days. But that's another blog!
Some call me Coach, she calls me Momma, and hers calls me Granna, but He calls me Songbird. I have a song to sing, a story to tell, and occasionally a warning to share.