Morning Jesus, although we only had the briefest of moments last night I am so thankful for it. It is interesting how You have worked everything out for tonight and I appreciate again Your deep thoughtfulness for such minute things. A new day and one where the snow is falling once again. I find it quite comforting.  Lol surprise, surprise. Jesus I sure would appreciate You sorting out my thoughts today... help me go in Your direction alone and Jesus please guard my youth group. Help the relationships be healthy and find roots that bind in You and Your Spirit. I do not want the enemy to gain any footholds.  

   Where were we last night? Sitting at a big wooden table. It was light all around so we were surrounded I assume by many windows. It felt a bit like the Ford's place but different.

   I have half a cup of hot iced tea and I want to spend these few minutes with You too. What would You like to talk about Jesus? Maybe we could just sit awhile. Yah that'd be just right. And so we sit. At first just side by side, we are on our bench but the snow is falling all around us. As we watch the flakes silently drift down You reach over and hold my hand intertwining Your fingers with mine. I unconsciously respond by resting my head on Your shoulder. Stop worrying. Respond as I lead You. Do as I have taught You.  By worrying you are trying to solve and figure it out on your own. Stop it. Did I do anything on my own? No. I shake my head trying to dispel the dregs of all my musing and worry and fretting . Choosing to let the voices fade to the background I look up at You. Your face is very serious but Your eyes are alive with emotion and attention, nothing hidden from Your gaze. And yet I do not desire to look away but want to be seen by You. After a while You gently pull me back towards You to rest my head once again on Your shoulder. Everything is so quiet I can almost hear the patter of the snowflakes coming to rest wherever the stirring of the wind has chosen for them to go.

Journal entry April 14/11