December 21, 2015 strangely wrapped



“God didn’t go to all the trouble of sending his Son merely to point an accusing finger, telling the world how bad it was. He came to help, to put the world right again. Anyone who trusts in him is acquitted; anyone who refuses to trust him has long since been under the death sentence without knowing it.” John‬ ‭3:17 ‭MSG‬‬

Good Morning, BelovedOne,
So, the other morning was typical. Routine. Like any other day. Anticipatory December morning. Leave the house, drive eastward, into the sun, to my campus. Morning prayer. I love the space that drive time provides, alone with my Maker. Content. Often reflective. Planning. Thinking. Feeling. Giving over the souls on my heart. “Your will, Lord. Nothing more. Nothing less. Nothing else.”

Sometimes, even when it is cold, the window’s cracked or wide open. And, sometimes I land in surprising places when the crisp of winter air winds its way deep into memory. Gently at first, then there’s poking into those carefully guarded places. The deeper-still places. With a rush, the greatest days of childhood combine and explode into thoughts so vivid you can smell your dad’s t-shirt or see your mom’s raised brow and suddenly you’ve landed in a full sensory overload. 

It’s an odd sensation, this flooding of existence with a life gone past, but, it’s not unpleasant. All those memories, good and bad, shout the same message – ‘I am alive’. 

I caught myself grinning and wondered how many miles the grin had been there. Then, almost in guilt of the risen joy … I felt that grimace of my trademark (most hated) wrinkle between my eyebrows when I reached that particular day in memory where I must ask myself, “why in thunder did I do that?” and don’t really still have an answer. And, then realize – attempting to come up with an explanation for everything I’ve ever done, even if only to explain it to myself, is like trying to fight the government. Impossible. 

DearHeart, the “whys” of our past declares purpose. Those places are simple packages our Savior uses to unpack our spiritual growth. Without mistakes, we’d never find ourselves in a position to need Him. If every decision was a perfect one, we’d never be desperate for His mercy. Without desperation we’d never experience His grace. 

Yesterday, our lesson was on ‘Strangely Wrapped Gifts’. Who could have dreamed the Savior of the universe would come to us from the manger of a stable wrapped in swaddling clothes, instead of majestically bursting through the clouds on a commandingly extravagant white horse? But, in God’s perfect plan, the warmly wrapped baby saves us. 

In God’s perfect plan, your past, no matter how ugly, is simply a gift to be unwrapped by Jehovah Rapha, The Great Healer. And, His best will grow you from there. 

Wake up. 



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About lewis3sunz

I am a blessed woman. Wife, daughter, mother of 3sunz, sister, author of 'Spirit Move Me: Memos to you that sway with the Holy Spirit', Jesus loving Oklahoma girl, I love exploring truth, early morning is my favorite time of day, teacher/trainer, lover of books and news and fascinated with butterflies, extreme right brained pondering creature; enjoy helping others find meaning, tap into their own inspiration and intuition to work more effectively, and overcome struggles and the rising and falling of life in the everyday grind and in small business/micro business worlds. Blessed with the crazy notion, the wild-eyed foolishness, and the madcap belief in the simple idea that I might help one to make a decision that makes a difference in the world . . . as stated by Ralph Waldo Emerson’s famous quote…“To know one life breathed easier because you lived, this is to have succeeded.” I get to use my small business background as a former owner of a Flower Shop and Hallmark Store and former co-owner of Disability Specialists, LLC, to help folks build dreams. I hold a M.Ed with emphasis on Adult Training and Education. I’d love to get my Doctorate in Educational Leadership . . . someday. My work centers on the belief that inside each of us lives a mesmerizing soul waiting to be revealed. Every day we can choose to trust the magic of our calling and take those unconventional moves to unlock an enchanted journey. I serve as Business and Industry Director and Business Development Services Coordinator at Canadian Valley Technology Center in Chickasha, Oklahoma.

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