The Mothership

I sat watching Mary give her song of praise through the lens of the television. She recites a song as if from memory and through the screen I can sense a longing in her heart. A longing to BE with her maker. She portrays what the honor of carrying the savior in her heart truly meant to her.  Mary’s Prophetic Song 46  And Mary sang this song:      “My soul is ecstatic, overflowing with praises to God! 47  My spirit bursts with joy over my life-giving God! [ aj ] 48  For he set his tender gaze upon me, his lowly servant girl. [ ak ]      And from here on, everyone will know      that I have been favored and blessed. 49  The Mighty One has worked a mighty miracle for me;      holy is his name! 50  Mercy kisses all who fear him,      from one generation to the next. [ al ] 51  Mighty power flows from him      to scatter all those who walk...

This post took me awhile to formulate. I even took notes and reflected on past journal entries. It is neat to see how God works over time and you don't notice it until you go back and look at all of the details. So I will save you all the back & forths and try to compile my thoughts One fall October morning at a ladies study, we were asked to pick up one of the leaves that were piled in front of us, that drew us in.  So I started for one and jokingly said to another lady, "Oh! I was going to pick that one!?!" I think I threw her off guard and she put it down not knowing my humor...so I picked it up so I didn't look like more of a jerk...anyway, it's funny because I ended up picking up two and this one seemed to reveal more to me than the other one.  At this time in the year, I felt like I was in a lull with God - not in a bad way, but in a "I'm happy doing these things you've laid on my heart and I am enjoying them, but what's next...