Day 3: The Blessing of (Spiritual) Maturity. #50DaystoFifty

Ahhh…. The blessing of Maturity!

Feels good, right? Ha! (Yeah right.)

So, today I  am  writing today about  maturity.  Well…  when you really look at  it, maturity is  necessary,. We  don’t get any  younger, and with every  turn of   a  lesson learned, we need to gather the information  and use it, for some good, right? 

Well…  I  have  learned a lot in my  50 years.   I won’t   bore you  with details  , but  I will say this:  The  ONLY  GOOD  that comes out of  life and being happy, is  knowing   God.  He  just seems to work things together for good.  I will tell you about something small,  and  then, something really  big.


 So , the small thing is…  I  guess it could be small to you, but to me, it’s  kind of  “small-BIG,”  because it had  everything  to do with my mobility.  Just one month ago, I could barely walk.  I had to have my husband come and   pick me up from work, and I could barely wslk. I was devastated.  I   had to go to emergency, and   came out of emergency , with crutches,  and I  took most of the rest of the week off, until I  could limp a little.  I  literally didn’t  know what to do.  I went to the doctor’s and they  really could not  say much about what was going on with me.  They just seemed to   say, “NO, its not that,  and  No, its not this.”   So they ruled out practically everything, which left us to  the fact that it must just need to take time to heal, and  maybe a little re-habbing will work.   So that’s  what we did.   Now, I didn’t  want to listen to my husband.   He  seemed to   know I needed the re-habbing, but  I didn’t.  I was just  really , really  put off.  I spent the beginning of my summer  just  really  out of it, because I  didn’t want to  be in the house,  stuck, and   miserable.  

And so…As a mildly acquiescing 50-year old would do, I found other ways to adjust.  I would sit on my patio, and  read.  And  wrote a bit, too.  I finally  started  trying to hear from God what was going on, and I   got so much peace inside that all would be well,  I ended up just  handing it over Him.  I even formed a prayer group in order to see why I had all this immobilization, cause there was SO Much TO DO!!  And before you know it, … I was  healing.   I still have a slight limp, but I don’t need my crutches no more.

 THIS IS  HUGE,  guys… because   I found out  so much meaning was in the  fact God was doing spiritual  work inside of me,  as well.  Not  just on the outside.   And I needed  to really take heed.   I am better today , and  definitely more  mature,  because of it.   I  am accepting of things I cannot  change   And I am  willing to  seek God  in even the most  mundane and    what “appear to be”  not so significant  things. But even more than that God used my ailment to produce a wonder.

What do​ I mean by that? Well here’s the thought.. Yesterday I listened to Beth Moore speak about following and heeding God. She said: “You can’t have the wonders with out the wounds and the wounds without the wonders!”IMG_20170621_145901883-01.jpeg

 So true. Wonders come when we are willing to allow our wounds  to show.

The  really  big  “mature”  deal  for me, was that my   life began to increase in knowledge and understanding when I allowed my wounds to be transparent.

God   produces miracles  if you  really expect them.

Most of you know my  S, Africa    trip was  a HUGE miracle in my life , that  I believe will continue,  but  I also believe   will go  down as  the miracles of  all miracles.  If you haven’t read about it,   read here,  and weep.

 But   I  think  just being able to go to  South Africa showed me how intimately God wanted to connect with me  about  life and  things  coming to pass in my life.   Yet there is   complete  “spiritual maturity that happens, when we  decide to  say  YES – to anything God does!

  I  recently have had  some  hardship with   doing something that God asked me to do.  It had to do with becoming  a  counselor for   those who  struggle with addictions.   For one main reason…Now, if you know my past,   this is  A HUGE MIRACLE,   because  God chose ME… this once little   scary,  quiet ,   anxiety-ridden  child, (now woman… ) who  wanted to disappear into thin air because her  father was an alcoholic, and  once was entirely embarrassed by how he lived his life…Yet today, God blessed him to have almost 40 years in recovery!  Yep, that was my family, and that was me.

 But today,  some   forty- something  years later,…God wants  me to now  COUNSEL   those same people  who struggle  with the same kind of addictions.. to counsel their families,   their  children,  the  alcoholics , drug addicts and  addictive folk  who come from these homes, and  help them HEAL.  Now if that ain’t a miracle,  then … WHAT!!??

  Amen.   So that’s all folks…

 no more to say – my biggest miracles… they they  go!   



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