Harvey and Houston

For the past several days the city of Houston has experienced more rain than recorded in the history of the USA.  I have read reports of greater than 50 inches.  This rain made its way into homes, churches, hospitals, and everywhere else it could.  This is a disaster, unlike anything I have ever seen in my lifetime or heard of. 

And while this has been occurring people are wanting to take down monuments that represent the history of the USA. Because the represent slavery.  

My heart.  Sad. Angry. Depressed. Weary. Confused. 

Lord, I trust in you. Lord, you are the healer. Lord, you are the provider. 

Frustration

Keven and I have spent almost a year wandering.  Life has never been the same since we left Pinelake some 7 years ago.  No community, no real church home. We spent some time at Crossgates but never really felt at home.  Then, we went to Fondren Church where our dear Robert Green was starting a new church.  We like Robert, we liked Fondren and we settled.  We found a small group.  It only lasted for a little while.  Then, I not really totally sure why we started the wandering.  Mostly attending Broadmoor with Olivia and family.  Never really felt at home there.  Even visited my Methodist roots.  I enjoyed some of the formalities of the worship.  But we just can't go back to that type of worship. So back to Fondren we went, with high hope of finding a small group.  It was Community time to form new groups. So we went.  There wasn't a group for us. Am I too old?  Do I need to suck it up and go back to Broadmoor where there is Sunday School.  I NEED COMMUNITY.  I NEED A BODY OF BELIEVERS outside sitting in corporate worship.  

I am asking God to show me what to do.  I am asking God to open my mind and heart for his direction.  There is a plan for me.  I am tired of being in the Desert.  

If I were a writer - 

Saturday, girls day! Off to get mani's and pedi's with my girls.  I took off my "worry" ring.  Keven bought it for me on our little 40th anniversary trip to Arkansas. We found it in this unique shop in Eureka Springs.  I think he paid all of $20 for it.  But it was different and fun, and just what I needed.  Something to fidget with on my hand, that wasn't distracting - at MC.  I have received so many compliments on this funny little ring.  I loved it.  I rolled the beads in meetings, when stressed, to keep my mouth shut...for so many reasons. 

But I took it off Saturday morning, put it in a pocket in my purse while I had my mani.  And now, I can't find it anywhere.  It could be buried in my car, it could be at Barnes & Noble, Another Broken Egg, Charming Charlie's, Chico's, Target - all the places I went with the girls.  

Yesterday, I was devastated about the loss of that silly ring.  Keven doesn't buy me jewelry.  He only bought that because I liked it and it was different and we were together and it was our anniversary trip. I was so sad and still am. 

This morning, God reminded me that he has my worries.  And that He provided a new job for me, while nothing is perfect, it is so much better for me than where I was.  You see yesterday my friend from MC called me, the one that is taking my place as Semester 1 Coordinator....what a mess....God said:  "See Lynn, I took that all from you, you asked me to show which way to go and I did and you followed."  

I don't need the worry ring for the purpose of fidgeting with worry.  I am sad that I lost it, there was only sentimental value.  But. I am so thankful that God heard me and showed me which way to go.

Memory verse for August 1: 

Commit your work to the Lord and your plans will be established.  Proverbs 16:3

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