Where are you? Yoo Hoo . . .Where are you?

I've been in a dry place lately.  Since we moved into this house, I have not been able to get my morning prayer routine going.  I've been walking in the mornings and I've talked to God sporadically during that time - in between planning my wardrobe purchases and thinking about what else I need to do to finish decorating the house.  (no, I haven't asked God's opinion about my wardrobe!!)   I've thanked God for the amazing stars and awesome moon and for the sunrises that I've seen.  I've been to Mouat Chapel several times to get on my knees.  I've pulled the chair cushion off the chair in the living room and knelt there to pray.  I've walked around our house and laid hands on the door frame and dining room table and sofa and prayed for our Tuesday night group.  BUT I haven't had that regular time with God everyday.  I've even said, "Where are you?  Are you there?" several times . . .and then I always remember the old saying, "God is still there, you are the one who moved."  Pretty cliche but seems to be true in my life.

This Tuesday night, Julie - one of our wonderful young adults - talked about her journal in our discussion.  Actually, she doesn't know this, but GOD spoke through Julie.  I have always kept a prayer journal.  I have not been lately.

Last night, I stopped at the store and bought a composition notebook (I wanted a pretty hardbound book but they didn't have any and I was too tired to go anywhere else!)  I bought two new pens.  (I had to have the right supplies!!)

So this morning, I got up at 5:00 and got dressed and walked my 1.8 mile route (it was COLD!).  I even tried to cut my walk short by telling God that I needed time to pray - don't you think he chuckled over that one!  I finished my walk and came inside.  I opened my Bible and read a chapter from Matthew and then I began to pray (and write!).  Peace descended upon me as I thanked God for numerous things.  I poured out my heart onto a piece of notebook paper.

I thank God that he is always there . . .and that he patiently waits for us.