Thanksgiving | Preparing Hearts
Ronnie in Rome sent me a video link to the sermon at her church from this past Sunday. I listened to it yesterday, and it was crazy because I understood so much of the Italian. Add that to the to-do list.
A part of me frankly thought you'd call me crazy for sending you something out of the blue asking you to watch it, but in my heart I just knew God was up to something, for his voice was loud and clear, so I did what I was asked to do.
Ronnie and I have a sweet friendship where we pray for each other, and it began with joy.
Yesterday, I found myself basically transcribing everything from this piece about sadness. Frankie, it is Thanksgiving... why are you writing about sadness? Actually, why are you writing at all?
We met once on FaceTime, but I am plotting a trip to Rome in the next coming months. I feel a strong desire to just go there and pray, nothing more.
I woke up at 4:15AM last night because I thought I got a text, but it turns out that it was just a dream. I found myself sitting quietly in the living room this morning after running a 5K with Gracey and Dad. We already brewed the coffee, and I made my eggs.
What is this thing that God is asking me to write. I started reading Luke... I thought it was the whole book, but it turns out it is just a few chapters that I am going to delve into... Zachariah, Elizabeth, Mary, and Joseph were close this morning. It is only a few days before Advent, but I find myself with a sad heart.
How can you be sad on Thanksgiving? There are so many things to be thankful for... I am thankful for this sadness. What? How does that make any sense. Being sad hurts...
I started thinking about this sadness from these past few weeks. Sometimes, I physically feel this pain, and it is so very confusing. Yesterday, I realized the culmination of my heart's response... make things... do things... In the past, I thought that going somewhere new would be that salve, but it is in this stillness in the living room that I feel the Lord, not the restless pace I usually keep.
I have been praying for a long time that it would be God that inspires me.
I want His eyes, His ears, and His heart. He is everything.
Photos, writings, random videos, more writings, reading, thought provoking conversations, and thinking have met me around every corner these past couple of weeks, and it is all for something. This sadness is good, not in a worldly way, for it is paradoxical to state that being sad can be good. This sadness is bringing about repentance, contrition, salvation, hope, and joy.
The words that come to me vividly are, "Trust the miracle."
Welcome to the journey of the first few chapters of Luke.
I am going to be hanging with Zachariah, Elizabeth, Mary, and Joseph over the next few weeks, diving into the flowers, the shadows, and the sun all on the mountain that the Lord told me about in Dublin this past June. C.S. Lewis and Saint Augustine will make their appearances... I got their RSVPs this morning from The Weight of Glory and Confessions.
I do not have any crazy stories to share this morning, but I am sure that they are coming. I just wanted to take photos of an old camera in the soft light next to the roses, so I did.
Read through the first and second chapters of Luke a few times to get yourself familiar with the story.
Also, take a moment and just list out the things you are thankful for... This morning, I am thankful for this sadness, a camera, soft light, a dozen roses, and an amazing family coming over this afternoon.