Breathing in Papa

Father, you are my heart...the center of my universe. You love me unconditionally with passion. You walk beside me along my life journey, and when I misstep you guide me sharing your wisdom to keep me on the path you have for me. You never leave me, nor forsake me. I feel your presence when I stop, and take a deep breath, and see you in the moment. For your way, is higher than anything I could imagine; bringing gracious blessings to me and others. What a gift it is to have you as my lover of my soul, my teacher, my guide, my everything. (Breathing in Papa ).

Sunday mornings...I really don't think it matters what day, time, or how long, but for me this year it has become Sunday mornings. No longer, running off to church (which involved a 45 minute drive as my husband gave the Sunday morning message to the little biker church). Just me and God (in all His various forms) conversing. I talk with Him continually, but during this time I purposefully set aside with no distractions (a perk to be in this season of my life) just He and I time. I want to know Him so I see Him in all His creation.

Example, yesterday at Walmart. (It continues to amaze me of how many Walmart God encounters I have.) Taking a quick glance at the women's clothes as I moved from one end of Walmart to the other, an employee said to me, "I like your purse. Where did you get it?" "I made it." was my reply. The God encounter had begun. She still going about her doings, and I stopping to look at this and that within a 5 ft distance to carry on the conversation. I told her maybe I would just buy a new one, and give it to her. She nodded, and said "that would be nice." She told me, she had been raised in a foster home, and did not learn to sew, but one day she was going to, but right now she was working and saving her money for ?... I did not hear what she said, and it was not important for me to know. She told me she rides a scooter and having a sling purse would be nice. I told her I would just have to make her one. Then taking note of her name "Lynn" asked what her favorite colors were..."Red. Blue.

Walking to my car to leave, I thought about dumping everything out of my purse, and taking it back in to her. No, not good enough. I will make her one. Then wondering when she works, again? Oh, the committee in my head was going. Came home and went thru my fabric and patterns. Not finding the pattern I recalled I had given it to one of my daughter-in-laws. Will that stop me...even though I seemed to make a project out of this encounter. No! Today, I will make a special purse for Lynn..and though a simple observance of a purse may appear as a passing encounter, it will carry gracious blessings to her and me.

I love learning to be present with Him....in our Sunday morning conversations,
and in our daily walk.
Papa loves encounters!!