I am currently sitting in the spacious auditorium of the Community Presbyterian Church (CPC) in Danville. Larrie has been asked to play with them thru two services today.
I am storing things up in my heart. :)
I long to be singing for the Lord, in His house, using the gifts He has given me and for His glory, yet Larrie is the one He puts in that place at the moment. I know He has a plan. More important is my personal daily worship. I guess I could go to choir practice at Shiloh , but for some reason, I do not feel drawn to do that. I am willing, but have no real unction to, or not,at this point.I think I feel like God wants the pleasure , privilege and recognition for whatever does ultimateoly come about. Having said that, if I truly felt He was leading, I would follow.
Maybe it's just not time yet becausewe are still settling ourselves.
Earlier This Week...
Larrie and I had some fun this week, driving south to San Jose to visit the Winchester Mystery House and north west to McNears Beach the next day for some pristine stillness.
Winchester Mystery House
http://www.winchestermysteryhouse.com/ tells the story of how this 160 room house came to be.
This woman, Sarah Winchester was a multimillionairess, heiress of the fortune that came to her family thru the GUN company that created Winchester rifles.
She lost her only baby just 6 weeks after birth and then her husband later died suddenly. She sought out a psychic to find out what was going on and she devised that the bloodshed that made her wealthy was causing the trouble and to appease the haunting spirits that were plaguing her, she was told to keep building her house. She hired 13 carpenters ( 13 is a common motif all thru the place) and they pretty much worked 24/7 for 38 years adding whatever room, structure, window, staircase she designed.
They are going to make a film to cover the story and there's an Ozzie company called "Blacklab Entertainment" that will be working with them too.
http://www.winchestermysteryhouse.com/themovie.cfm
Here is my facebook alum of our day.
McNears Beach, Marin County
On Thursday, we decided to take an impromtpu drive after Larrie checked in at a job in Richmond. We ended up in this beautiful place and spent hours there, in the blissful serenity of this bayside oasis.
An overview of where we were.
Two delightful fawns that graced us with their presence. When they pranced off, they were so incredibly graceful!
"Rocky" (I call all squirrels that, lol) climbed this stunning autumn tree and brought down some fruit, carrying his large treasure off surprisingly easily . Larrie thinks they were persimmons. Any ideas?
I explored further and found this incredible tree trunk. I took several shots and you can see the 150+ photos I took on my facebook page. This is a great example of 'visual metaphor'. I can so much in this. What can you see?
With this piece, the two island rocks in the distance, the 'wooden walking man' in between and the double stump in front shot from this angle of alignment...plays on the idea of distant planning and purpose. What story could you imagine?So, church is done. Dominique spoke on being a fan versus being a follower of Christ. I want to give all for the Truth. I think I do a pretty lousy job a lot of the time, but I press on toward what is ahead. Forgiving myself is a perpetual exercise in beleiving God's Word and the work of the Cross.
Thinking about it like that...perhaps, I am in a better place than I feel. :)
So now, I am going to write some postcards. I actually LOVE writing...letters, blogs, stories, songs, books musicals...and lately,I have reverted to the power of things tangible. Something that has passed from my hands, thru many other sets of hands even, and finally comes to rest in the palm of the intended recipient, praying a blessing on every faithful messenger along the way, who has been true to the task.
God must feel like that. :)
I used to be a consistent letter writer. Perhaps I forgot the immense value of a single letter. The New Testament is largely a series of letters. Perhaps, in the obsessed fashion of a diamond farmer (as told by Earl Nightingale in Acres of Diamonds )I have overlooking the very thing that is right under my nose!
Instead of writing my great work, one deeply persona letter at a time, I have been striving to write a best seller.
God had me on this path before. And He even reminded of it thru the book Paris Letters. I could be getting a revelation :)
Enjoy the rest of your Sunday...be blessed!!
Lisa
