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“Overwhelm Me” – Featuring Original Music by Shelleen

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Silence doesn’t come naturally to me. I love to talk, I love to laugh, and I love to sing. And if I’m in a confined space where it might be annoying to do so, I usually can’t help but hum. Don’t get me wrong, I do enjoy the quiet. I prefer silence over white or background noise. I have relented to my husband’s need to sleep with a fan on, but oh, how I miss falling asleep to a peeper and cricket chorus drifting through the open window on the breath of the cool night air.

What I’m saying is that although I love and prefer to listen and engage with the gentle sounds of nature as opposed to manufactured noise, I myself am not naturally quiet.

Some of you have asked (and thank you – makes a blogger feel good) why the silence of late on this blog.

If you read my post in March or listened to my corresponding song, “Baby Steps”, you may remember me talking about a little one taking her first steps. Spurred by his encouragement, she successfully stumbles into her daddy’s safe arms followed by the exhilaration of temporary flight as he tosses her in the air, before catching her and holding her close to his heart – all the while telling her how proud he is of his big girl. And that’s all it takes. What had moments before required much coxing and was answered with hesitant faith, now is met with clamorous giggles for “More!”

 

I couldn’t have given a better word picture of what I was experiencing in my walk with God, and so the story continues…

I can assure you that “More! More!” is one prayer that will not seemingly fall of deaf ears. The Father loves that heart cry. He waits for it. He longs for it. He gave His Son over 2,000 years ago in anticipation of it. Be assured that if you are reaching for Him, you will not be left wanting.

I grew up in the church and have loved Jesus for as long as I can remember. Yet unbeknownst to me, I would now say that I was a contented crawler. The problem with crawling is that treasures lay just beyond reach – namely, greater intimacy with God. The realization that there are greater depths to what I love was enough to coax me past my hesitation, and onto my feet to take some wobbly steps toward the Father. Then just like that baby, find myself whisked into the arms of deeper love than I had yet understood and left me clamoring for “More”!

That’s why the silence. When God begins to reveal Himself to you in new and deeper ways, I don’t care how verbal you are by nature, like Job, you find yourself standing back in awestruck silence.

Then Job answered the Lord:  “I am unworthy—how can I reply to you?  I put my hand over my mouth.  I spoke once, but I have no answer—    twice, but I will say no more.”                           ~Job 40:3-5 (NIV)

You know you have made a good meal for your family when the table talk ceases and everyone is focused on devouring their food. It’s hard to talk when your mouth is full of deliciosity. (I know that’s not a word, but it should be.) And that’s me of late. In response to that cry for “More!”, God has set a table before me in the presence of my enemies and my cup is running over. My mouth is so full of His goodness that I have been rendered speechless.

 

 

Do you realize that your heart can gather at a much faster rate than your mind can process? The eyes of your heart are far keener than your “mind’s eye”. I am not for a minute saying not to use your head. I love to hear teaching from apologists such as Ravi Zacharias or learn from the brilliant minds of the likes of Ken Ham. Not for one second should you turn off your brain when it comes to your faith. What I am saying is that sometimes it takes my brain time to catch up with the understanding my heart has gleaned from experience. It may only take a half hour to eat that amazing meal, but your digestive system needs all night to process what it received.

My son, if you accept my words and store up my commands within you, turning your ear to wisdom and applying your heart to understanding—                        ~Proverbs 2:1-2 (NIV)

And that’s where I find myself right now. For lack of a more flattering analogy, it reminds me of a cow having to chew its cud between devouring more of the sweet clover growing in the pasture. I’m feeling so full of His goodness as He has been generous with His insights and His Person, yet I am not content to live on yesterday’s manna. In between processing what I’ve just come to understand, I’m taking in more. I have literally been overwhelmed of late and that is why the silence.

 

 

Perhaps you relate to what I’m writing. I hope so. But perhaps not. Maybe you are struggling with knowing you should be spending time in God’s Word and in His Presence, but just don’t feel motivated. Can I give you a little tip? In the natural, we get hungry by not eating. But our spirit is just the opposite. Our spirits get hungry by eating. The more time you spend with God, the more of His time you want. Revelation from His Word, begets a greater desire for more revelation. The greater depths of intimacy you experience with the Lover of your soul, the more you awaken to the understanding that there is more to be had, and the more ravenous you become for another encounter with Him.

I don’t care if you are what I like to call “Pre-Christian”, an infant in your walk with God, a crawler, a walker, a runner, or even if you have learned to fly – there are treasures that lie just beyond your reach. You need only cry out for “More” to grasp them. And not only do I know that to be true in this life, but I believe with all my heart that the same will be true of eternity. God is too awesome for us to ever arrive at a place where we completely understand the magnitude of His majesty and love.

I have an idea that when this loquacious woman someday reaches Heaven, she will be rendered speechless for at least the first few millennium. When I finally can speak, I’m pretty sure all I will be able to do, is like the angels that encompass His throne, fall down on my face in worship crying, “Holy”.

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More! More! (Featuring “Baby Steps” – Original Music by Shelleen Weaver)

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If you have been following my blog, you likely realize that I’m on an odyssey of sorts. The farther I delve into this journey, the more epic I am realizing it is. With every passing year, I am gaining a bit more perspective on the reality that this span of time allotted to each of us in different, unknown quantities is a mere breath of eternity. As this realization grows, the more hyper-focused I am becoming at discovering all that God has deposited in me, His reasons for doing so, and the avenues by which He plans to bring those gifts to maturation.

You know, we all have a tainted view of God. The Apostle Paul tells us that we see through a smudged glass at best. (My paraphrase.) I love how The Message paraphrases it:

We don’t yet see things clearly. We’re squinting in a fog, peering through a mist. But it won’t be long before the weather clears and the sun shines bright! We’ll see it all then, see it all as clearly as God sees us, knowing him directly just as he knows us!                                                                                        ~1 Corinthians 13:12 (MSG)

 

 

It’s interesting to me that different people get hung up on different aspects of who God is. For example, many people don’t want to get too close or put too much emphasis on the Holy Spirit… Uncomfortable. I get that. But I’ve learned to make this my prayer. “God, if it doesn’t offend you, don’t let it offend me. Give me the discernment I need to know what is of man and what is of You.”

Then there is Jesus. I find most Christians are comfortable with Him because, well, He became one of us. He gets us, our emotions, struggles, and pain. He took it all on. He’s safe.

But here is something I never saw in myself until recently, and I wonder how many of you might relate. I have lived my life in fear of God the Father. Why is that? In part at least, I believe it’s this. Our earthly fathers are imperfect, but the only measure by which we define the word [Father]. And sadly, likely without realizing it, we project their inadequacies, mistakes, and flaws onto our Heavenly Father. In my case, (and I believe he is humble enough at this point in his life for me to say this), growing up, my dad, although a believer who loves the Lord, had anger issues from unresolved hurts in his own life. So although I knew he loved me for so many reasons and things he did right, I became an egg-shell-walker and avoided him a lot when he was around. The truth is, if I needed something, I was much more inclined to go to my mom about it, because she felt more safe to me.

And that is just what I have done with God. Here was how I approached the throne: “Um…Jesus, could you talk to the Father for me about this? Or even: “Holy Spirit, the Word of God says that You intercede on my behalf to the Father too, so can you take this need to Him?” And when I did feel bold enough to address Him directly (which Jesus died so we may), I did it on my proverbial tip-toes, watching Him closely in case I was overstepping my bounds.

One of my local radio stations airs a daily broadcast by a man with an unmistakably rich baritone voice named Steve Brown. One of the things Steve often says is, “Friends, God is not mad at you.” Do you know that? As crazy as it sounds, I knew that in my head, but until recently, without even realizing it, I didn’t trust it to be completely true in my heart. See I know all too well the failures that I have racked up. The enemy is really good at reminding me, you know. So with those on the forefront of my mind, I imagine they are on the Father’s as well when I approach Him. It’s as if I think my sins have made me fall from His good graces even though I know I’m forgiven. Perhaps I haven’t earned my way back into enough of His favor to ask so much of Him. (Yuck! There is that “religion” again. How did that sneak in?)

Once I wrapped my head around this new epiphany, I asked God (The Father) to forgive me first of all, then to help me tear down the walls I had erected because I didn’t know how. I asked Him to begin wiping the smudges away that made the glass I see Him through so tainted. And this is one of the things He has been teaching me. Jesus’ words, as recorded by Matthew:

And he said: “Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.                                                                                                                          ~Matthew 18:3 (NIV)

 

 

Did you ever think through that? There are so many aspects of a child that apply here, but picture this scenario with me for a moment. A little baby is about to take her first step. She is unsure, teetery, and unstable. Yet, her daddy, whom she trusts and adores is a few feet away with his arms held out, imploring her to come. She stands there for a moment, no doubt tottering between the safety of her current position and the excitement and draw of being close to her daddy. Finally, with enough encouragement, she takes a step toward him, then another, and just as her little legs loose their balance and she is about to plunge head-first onto the floor, he catches her up and to her delight, tosses her into the air before catching her again and holds her close to his heart.

Does he chastise her for the fact that her steps were unstable? Did he wear a frown or scowl at her for not coming right away? Is he angry that she was falling? No way! He is delighted that she came to him! He praises her, and puts her down to try again. Now, with growing confidence, she steps out with less hesitation, motivated by the exhilaration of the coming toss in the air and her daddy’s affirmation and affection.

Do you see where I am headed? This has literally been my experience of late with God the Father. I have discovered that not only is He not scary, but in fact, He delights in me – wobbly, insecure, messy-faced me. And I have also discovered that I love being close to Him. I don’t only experience the grace and love He gives, but am sensing His unmerited favor as well. Grace and favor…that’s another post for another day.

 

 

So what about you? Do you project your experiences with others onto the character of God? Perhaps some of you had a dad that left. Fear of abandonment is likely an issue for you. Do you struggle to trust God? Maybe you were abused in some way leaving you with a hostility toward God. Perhaps it wasn’t a dad who let you down, but a priest, a spouse, a teacher, or a relative whom you looked up to…some person in a position of influence or authority in your life whose flaws you subconsciously project onto our loving Creator. May I challenge you to allow Him to speak for Himself? Ask Him to tear down the walls you have erected. Invite Him to wipe some of the smudges away from the looking glass and reveal His heart for you. Seek Him in His Word for the truth of His character. He is gentle. He is kind. God is love – deeper and more fulfilling than any human is capable of being, let alone comprehending. Take a few baby steps toward Him and give Him permission to blow your mind with His affection. Allow yourself to be undone in His presence. Experience a greater depth of a love more pure, real, and glorious than any tongue can tell. You will grow – closer to Him, as well as in your understanding of who you are. You will begin to understand what the giftings are that He planted in you, and why He put them there. And like the little child who taps her fingers together simultaneously signing and singing out “More! More!”, you will find yourself experiencing your own odyssey, reaching new heights as He tosses you up into the air, basking in His love, and marveling at His favor.

Thanks for reading. Feel free to share this post if it blesses you, and click on the picture below to hear one of my latest songs entitled:

Baby Steps

Shine On Harvest Moon (Featuring “Indeed” – Original Music by Shelleen)

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My husband Tom and I could be a case study on how opposites attract. Years ago, I dubbed him with the title: “The Man of No Reaction”. (I might even have written a song about him by that name…{snicker!}) He is a deep thinker and processes internally. I, on the other hand, feel deeply and process verbally. One is not right, and the other wrong; just opposite.

 

 

Some of you have asked me why I refer to myself as a Girdle Burr and Beauty Hunter in the poem on the home page of my website. Well here’s what I mean by that. If there is a burr in our girdle (in other words, something is eating at us), so often we are prone to stuffing it and carrying on with life. Yet we feel irritable or unsettled, sometimes repressing it so successfully that consciously we don’t even know what is making us a grouch pot. That’s the Girdle Burr part.

And what about beauty? With our fast-forward lifestyles, if we aren’t careful, we can easily miss the simple joys all around us. For me this is especially true of nature. It’s not rare for my husband, who doesn’t always relate to the intensity of my elation over some thing of beauty that has captured my delight, to begin singing the old Nirvana song to me: “I wish I were like you, easily amused…”! I don’t mind his teasing, because secretly I hold the opinion that he really does! {Snicker again!} Thus the phrase Beauty Hunter. 

It’s something we are born with, you know. Have you ever observed a child’s gleeful delight in a flowering “weed”, woolly worm bug, or perhaps the moon? When did we loose that? Somewhere along the line, we begin to take the simple joys for granted. Maybe we’ve learned to subdue our emotions, or perhaps we just get too busy with the demands of life to stop and drink in the roses (or dandelions). Perhaps it comes a bit more naturally to my personality than some, but the older I get, the more I am determined to no longer stifle that starry-eyed little girl in me so full of wonder. There is a vast difference between childish and childlike, and I endeavor (much to my husband’s bewilderment at times) to set that childlike little girl free.

 

 

I LOVE autumn, and everything about it. It’s my candle-lighting, sweater-wearing, leaf-crunching, cider-sipping, make-me-happy time of year. It ushers in a flood to my senses of my favorite colors, flavors, and aromas. (Tom bakes a sweet potato pie that makes me swoon!) In the words penned by L. M. Montgomery, “I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers”, and I would add, Novembers too.

 

 

And what about those Harvest Moons? The other week Tom and I were driving when we had another “Nirvana Song” moment. It was early evening and the moon was taking center stage directly in front of us as we made our way home. And it was a Harvest Moon indeed! It was so big; so radiant. It took my breath away. It gave me such a thrill, that I couldn’t help, nor did I desire to cap my elation over its beauty. Although Tom certainly appreciated its splendor, he was by no means as captivated as I, nor could he relate to my inability to move on to another subject the rest of the way home. (Poor guy!)

 

 

That got me thinking though. Did you ever consider that the moon itself isn’t very pretty at all? On its own, it is cold; dark; lifeless. Its surface is peppered and scarred with massive craters. There is nothing attracted to it, for it has no gravitational pull. So how can it be that someone who is 238,855 miles away from a giant pock-marked rock in the sky that has ruled the night since the world was set in motion, can find herself so enthralled?

 

 

The moon is beautiful, because it reflects the light of the sun.

 

 

Wow…let that sink in. Are we any different? If we were honest, left to ourselves, our hearts would be as cold, dark, lifeless, and perhaps hard as the boulder in the sky we call moon. Scarred by its lot of pain and cratered with gaping holes, we look to things outside of God to fulfill it- relationships, power, pleasure, fortune, and fame to name a few. And like the moon, our hearts on their own, posses no pull that is really all that attractive to others, especially if they were privy to what they truly harbor deep inside, which is why few are ever really allowed close enough to see.

The difference between our hearts and the moon, however, is that our hearts are alive. Symbolically speaking, they are a part of our soul. (Mind, Will, Emotion, Conscience.) And thankfully, the One who set the heavens (including the moon) into motion, hasn’t finished molding our hearts yet. The snag we so often hit, however, is that there is a condition. You see God is not pushy. He gave us a free will; the choice as to how much or how little of Him we want to absorb.

Allowing His light to shine into the deep crevices of our souls can be painful however. Sin issues in our hearts are difficult to address. We would so often rather ignore the burr in our girdle, suppressing its irritation, than go through the unpleasant and more painful, yet temporary process of allowing Him to expose and purge the ugly. Yet when we come to the place where we surrender and allow God to go to work in our hearts, something amazing happens. Although our hearts may still bear scars, like the moon, they begin to reflect the beauty of the Son. That kind of a heart -scars, craters, and all- is far more attractive than gravity.

 

     But everything exposed by the light becomes visible—and everything that is illuminated becomes a light.

~Ephesians 5:13 (NIV)

 

 

Frankly, I find it quite a relief to know that all I have to do for my cold, dark, lifeless, scarred heart to become a thing of beauty is to yield to the One who is both equipped and desirous to turn it into something breathtaking. Surrender is an ongoing, lifelong process, and it’s often humbling and surely sobering to be confronted with realities we’d rather ignore. But the more we absorb the love of God, the more we reflect His beauty. Then like the old song says, we can “Shine on, Shine on Harvest Moon”, and no matter where you land on the spectrum of deep, analytical thinker to expressive, childlike feeler, you’ll be amazed how the light of Christ reflected in you will attract others to the beauty of our Savior. Let’s reflect on that, shall we?

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Before you click on the song below, a quick update on my book series, Fruit Fables: Although I expected its release by now, I’ve come upon an interesting bend in the road. I’ll keep you posted.

Also, I sure do love your feedback. If these posts bless you, please consider a). passing them on and b). leaving your thoughts in the comment section to let me know how they may be impacting you. (Seriously, am I the only one feeling all this pruning [last blog post] or being confronted with burrs in my proverbial girdle?) And if you want to be sure not to miss any posts, just sign in with your email on my homepage, and they’ll come right to your inbox.

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Wishing you and yours a blessed and reflective Thanksgiving. Now may:

“The Lord bless you and keep you; the Lord make his face shine on you and be gracious to you; the Lord turn his face toward you and give you peace.”      ~Numbers 6:24-26 (NIV)

Click on the picture below to hear one of my latest songs:

Indeed

 

Holy Fruitopia! -Featuring “Time” -original music by Shelleen

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Last month I spent a day with my friend Erica. She lives right on the Susquehanna River, and our goal that day was to kayak across to an island where there is a natural wading pool area to swim in. However, the river is particularly high this year, and since we had my little guy along, we decided to just paddle around near the bank for his sake, then spend the day hiking. Her house is banked right in the side of a mountain that backs up to 300 acres of land owned by the Boy Scouts. When Erica and her husband bought the property for the riverfront, they didn’t realized it came with acreage on top of the mountain for quite some time until a neighbor told them about it! (BONUS! – She just kills me!)

We spent the better part of the afternoon hiking around the Boy Scout property which was fascinating. There were lots of trails of course, bridges and ponds, two old stone cottages that clearly predate the boy scouts, challenge courses, and even an old wild-west kind of town made of false fronted buildings.

 

 

 

We found plenty of wild raspberries, blackberries, and wineberries along the way which added a bit of deliciosity to our day. (Deliciosity should be a word.) But it wasn’t until we reached her property that I found the mountain-top fruitopia!

Her bonus acreage is largely populated with Paw-Paw trees! What are Paw-Paws you ask? They are only the largest native North American fruit, yet most people have never heard of them. If you have, it’s probably because you remember Jungle Book. In fact, Lewis and Clark recorded that they ate many of them on their expeditions here. They taste like a tropical banana custard (ish), and give an amazing twist to a fruit salad. How do I know? We grow them.

 

Our back yard would fool you if you drove by our house which is one of the last two standing in the middle of what is now the commercial end of town. The other house is next door and belonged to my late in-laws. They look like two peas in a weird little pod with our nearest neighbors being a Sheets convenience store and a Comfort Inn. Across the street there is a shopping center which includes a grocery store, three banks, and a Pizza Hut. But step into our back yard and the commercial stores and traffic almost (but not quite) disappear. Our houses are currently on the market, so we have stopped replanting when trees run their course, but it has produced some true Lancaster County bounty over the years ranging from apples, pears, peaches, multiple varieties of  grapes and cherries, strawberries, red and black raspberries, blackberries, figs, plums, apricots, plumcots (a crossbreed between the two), persimmons (one of my favorite) and paw paws! There are nut trees too, most of which feed the squirrels; even a hazelnut tree.

 

     

When I first met my husband, I was studying for a certification in natural health and had just learned about the almost 60 medicinal uses of the paw paw tree. You can imagine my elation when I learned he had them growing in his back yard!

The point is, I of all people should recognize a paw paw tree when I see one. However, it wasn’t until we were half-way across Erica’s property that I realized it. Why you ask? Because for as many as there were, I didn’t identify them until I saw their fruit. (Chew on that for a moment – Pun intended.) Once I saw the fruit, I began to notice that they were everywhere. It was literally a mountain-top grove of paw paws with an occasional hard wood mixed in. I think you know where I’m going with this…

In Matthew 7:15-20 Jesus is talking about how to identify Christ followers from the counterfeits.

You will know them by their fruits. Do men gather grapes from thorn bushes or figs from thistles?     ~Matthew 7:16 (NIV)

 

 

If we identify ourselves as Christ followers, we ought to be producing a rich harvest of good fruit. There is a big difference between relationship and religion my friends. Jesus hated religion. If you doubt that, go check out the choice words He had for the Sadducees and Pharisees – the “Religious” leaders (counterfeits) of that day. Jesus came because the Father desired to restore relationship with us again. The kind of relationship we had before the fall, when He literally took walks in the garden paradise called Eden with human beings. Sin separated us from that relationship until Jesus Christ took on the wages of our sin by dying on the cross in our place.

For the wages of sin is death, but the gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord.   ~Romans 6:23 (NIV)

The moment Jesus said, “It is finished” and gave up His Spirit, the veil that separated the Holy of Holies, where God’s presence resided separate from the rest of the Temple, was ripped in two from top to bottom. Read the Penteteuch my friends – that veil was not a thin, sheer curtain purchased from K Mart!

This was a declaration by the God of the Universe that we are no longer separated from having a personal relationship with Him. No more religion! Instead, Relationship.

And that’s how we produce fruit. By walking with Him. By talking with Him. By listening to Him. By spending time in worship and just abiding in His presence. (If this sounds like work to you or something you should check off a to-do list, that’s religion. Walking with God in relationship is an adventure like no other!) Most importantly, we produce fruit by living a life yielded to His will and way – a life of surrender. If you have trusted Christ for Salvation, the Bible says that the Holy Spirit of God resides within you, and that the fruit of the Spirit of God should be growing in abundance.

 

Just as the sweetness of the aroma and the beauty of fruit itself causes us to desire it’s deliciosity, (yes, I think that word should go in the dictionary), so should the fruit (evidence of God’s indwelling Spirit) cause others to desire to walk in relationship with our Savior as well. Jesus’ words:

“I am the vine; you are the branches. If you remain in me and I in you, you will bear much fruit; apart from me you can do nothing.                                                                           ~John 15:5 (NIV)

 

I’m sorry to say that all to often unbelievers find themselves in a forest of paw paws (Christians) without even knowing it. Or worse, they smell something bad (rotten fruit) because that Christ follower hasn’t allowed Him to do the pruning in their lives that is needed to cause them to flourish in the way the Gardener intends for them to. (There is that “surrender” word again.)

 

But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patients, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control. Against such things there is no law.                                         ~Galatians 5:22-23 (ESV)

 

I am excited to tell you that without any unforeseen delays, my first book is set to be published next month! It is entitled, FRUIT FABLES, and is a treasury of 9 short children’s stories written in a catchy poetic fable form unpacking each one of the meanings of the Fruit of the Spirit. I am told that although they are cute and clever little stories, they also carry a lot of meat. I’m interested in the feedback I receive from adults just as much as the children whom they are reading to. The Bible says that the Word of God does not go out and return void, but accomplishes what God intended in the hearts of those on whose ears it has fallen. Children’s stories they may be, but the truths from God’s Word that they impart are ever so powerful.

I don’t claim for a minute to have reached the pinnacle of success in these attributes. Sadly, I have dropped more rotten fruit from my branches than I care to admit causing me to require a great deal of pruning. And just about the time I think I’m doing well, God allows another situation in my life that launches me right back into the refining fire. Hear me…we are all a work in progress. I know the ugliness of my sinful heart and my weaknesses are many. But I am a woman whose roots run deep. I stand forgiven with my feet firmly planted on the solid Rock of my Salvation, Jesus Christ, and I know the joy (one of the fruits of the Spirit) of walking in relationship with my Savior.

I hope you know that joy as well. I hope you know Him. I hope you are a willing participant, uncomfortable as it may be at times, to the pruning necessary to allow you to live a life of abundance – a Holy kind of Fruitopia so to speak. I aim to reap a rich harvest. How about you?

 

 

Stay tuned. (There’s a place on my home page to subscribe to this blog.) I’ll be sure to let you know when FRUIT FABLES becomes available and where you can pick up your own copy (or 2, or 10 – wink!). Until then, know that no matter what season you may find yourself in, there is a time for everything under the sun – sowing, growing, reaping, pruning, resting, etc.. But no matter what season we find ourselves in, it’s always time to walk in relationship with the Lover of our Souls. Click below and listen in to me telling the little bird that lives in my coo-coo clock to go home and stop interrupting my time with Jesus. And if this blesses you, I’d appreciate it if you pass along this post as well as your feedback.

 

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