As I hung clean clothes on the rod that my awesome husband installed next to the dryer, I noticed my blue eyelet sundress hanging right between a pair of green corduroy jeans and a red cotton sweater– here in Southern California, we don’t break out the wool until January.
3 I thank my God in all my remembrance of you, 4 always offering prayer with joy in my every prayer for you all, 5 in view of your participation in the gospel from the first day until now.6 For I am confident of this very thing, that He who began a good work in you will perfect it until the day of Christ Jesus.
Philippians 1:3-6 (NASB)
I love this and need to go read the story about Cleopas, now.
If God changed us all at once, our little heads would pop off, so you're right; He works with gentleness, and very gradually. But what I love is that, occasionally, I'll do say or do something after which I'll pause and reflect: holy cow! I never thought I'd be someone who'd do something so church-ladylike! And I know it's the same with you, Sheila.
He is transforming us, and I see Him all over you! 🙂
Brandee,
You are right. Such wisdom in this:
"Our little heads would pop off."
I am smiling here in the left-coast dawn.
I see Him all over you, too 🙂
"A connoiseur of his grace." Lovely! There's joy in the journey.
Currently I live in Missouri (though I'm a Washington State girl through and through) and this is that time of year we have summer and fall clothes all mixed together in our closets and laundry baskets. 🙂
Linda
A visitation from God usually comes at an unexpected moment. And often only a nudge or whisper. It would be great if we were to experience floods, torents, warmth, flashes of light in our spiritual experience, but it is like the seasons, not daily, and probably not annually but enought.
You live in a mild climate place, and that is often how our spiritual walk is.
So true, Hazel.
Ah, Sheila, this is beautiful. Though the seasons swing wide here, my inner shifting is much more subtle too. But, like you, I see the signs.
Oh my goodness! Brandee is so right about our heads popping off.
But Sheila…I think your heart is way more flesh than you imagine. I do.
Thank you, Laura.
Isn't she, Deidra? I think she needs to write a post about that!
Thanks for reading.