July 3, 2012 | My Jottings
After having lived in this new house for one month now, we rearranged our living room furniture. Just a few little changes make everything work so much better, and it seems like a larger space too.
There were a few extra chairs set out this morning, because I was expecting guests. Or fellow studiers. Definitely friends.
What I really see when I look at these pictures, aside from the living room, is expectancy. A hopeful, quiet waiting.
Eleven empty seats, set out in anticipation of eleven hopeful, expectant women.
The DVD for Session 2 from this study was cued up, ready to play.
My sweet granddaughter Mrs. Nisky, who will be eight years old this month, helped me get things ready.
She spent the night in our closet last night.
That might not sound right to some of you, but try not to gasp in judgment and just wait a few days, and I’ll post a picture of our closet. The grandkids want to sleep in there. Heck, with our super-comfortable queen-sized air mattress, I wouldn’t mind sleeping in there. Except we have a heavenly new king-sized mattress, so I think I’m supposed to sleep by my husband in our bedroom, not in our closet.
This morning eleven women (one was missing and also dearly missed) gathered together, and we brought our hopes, needs and our expectancy with us. There wasn’t one who doesn’t have a thing or eight she’s asking the Lord to do.
I think we were all awed by how timely this study on James, Jesus’ half-brother, and on the book he penned, already seems to be.
We don’t really know yet what God plans to do in our hearts and lives. But I believe each one of us is expectant.
We are waiting on Him. Hoping. Trusting.
Edwin Louis Coles said,
“Expectancy is the atmosphere for miracles.”
When He walked this earth, Jesus opened blind eyes, caused paralyzed people to walk, and set bound people free. Those were miracles.
Today I ask Him to open my eyes, to help me walk closer to Him, and that I would be a slave to no one but Him.
Those would be miracles too.