Guest Wendy L. MacDonald, @wendylmacdonald
With Marcie Bridges, @Marcie_Bridges
NIV
In my younger years, before I knew the Lord, I often took to my bed to avoid emotional pain. Sleep was my escape. Nowadays my family is alarmed if they discover I’m under my bedcovers in the middle of the day. I have to be pretty much incapacitated to land anywhere near beddy-bye-time before nine.
Instead, stressful events now cause me to dig deeper into my Bible and prayer at an earlier hour than normal (and more often too). I still remember the Sunday school song that says God answers prayers in the morning, noontime, and evening. So I take Him up on His offer, plus I throw in some middle-of-the-night entreaties when I wake up with a pounding heart. I also write longer journal entries when I’m worried. And that’s exactly what I did during a recent family emergency. I told God I wasn’t impressed with what was going on. I reminded Him of my past, and I shared my thoughts about how it wasn’t fair to be going through as much turmoil as before. I mean—haven’t I already been dished out enough pain? Tears streamed down my face as I scribbled down my woes.
And here’s what I sensed He replied back to me:
First God seemed to smile with warmth and compassion in His eyes. He was probably relieved I wasn’t hiding under my blankets or under the cover of religiosity; I was facing the situation and uncovering my heart before Him (don’t you love it when someone you care about shares from the heart? I think God likes it too). Then I sensed He wanted me to focus on His love, power, and the lesson I could learn in this situation. And when I changed my focus, peace covered my heart as cozily as freshly washed bedding.
And then I wrote down my petitions, praise, and the main points I was learning during the trial.
After we’ve closed our eyes to pray
For God’s deliverance to come our way
May we open them while we wait
To see the lessons within each day
For though earthly sorrows cut us deep
We must not live as though asleep
For the Lord does care and sees us weep
And every promise He will keep.
Wendy/ 2016
From Our Hearts to Yours,
Wendy & Marcie
photograph nature. When she’s not writing, drawing, or sewing, she enjoys hiking
in the beautiful parks of the Comox Valley with her husband of 32 years. She
homeschooled her children and believes all those years of reading aloud helped
develop her love of story telling and writing. Wendy invites you to visit her
blog where you will find nature photography and links to her” Daily Bread” style
Facebook page etc. at www.wendylmacdonald.com
Thank you, dear Marcie, for having me as a guest on your lovely blog. I'd love to show you around our valley when you visit my part of Canada.
Blessings ~ Wendy
I want to come too, Wendy! This is a beautiful post. Thanks for sharing your heart with us.
Dear Nan, when my nest is empty, it would be a great spot for a mini-writer's retreat. 🙂 Thank you, friend.
OOooooo … I like, I like 🙂
Wendy, I thought for sure I'd responded to this. I'm so grateful for you. I hope you will return soon to be a guest here again. Like Nan, I would love that too. Blessings, Marcie 🙂
Marcie, your lovely and warm introduction at the beginning of the post made me feel more than welcome, sweet friend. xo
What a lovely meditation, Wendy! Thank you for sharing!
Thank you for reading and sharing it, dear Norma. 🙂
Beautiful, Wendy. I agree … God wants us snuggling up to Him instead of suffering alone. Seeking answers, seeking His peace and love …. Thank you for sharing your heart.
I love how you put that, Shelli. I think He longs to wrap His arms around us. Blessings, dear friend.
This really spoke to my heart. I really identify with your message and am encouraged by it.
Blessings,
Theresa
Dear Theresa, hearing I've encouraged someone is what makes writing such a privilege and joy. Thank you for blessing me.
Wendy is a beautiful soul, a skilled and passionate writer and her faith in God is reassuringly strong.
Cynthia, you are such a blessing and encouragement to me through your books, your blog, and your kind comments. Be prepared to be hugged when I meet you in person.