Well yesterday was one of those busy Mondays that I've been having for the entire month of June. If you saw my calendar you'd laugh...Every Monday and Friday this month was super booked with hair appointments and the middle of the week was random hit or miss. (at least it looked balanced with two columns packed on Mondays and Fridays...it must be the "Libra"in me that I like visual balance?*snort...I do NOT believe in horiscopes)
Needless to say, the busy Monday kept my mind somewhat off this repeat mammo I'm facing today...except that one of my hair appointments was actually my good friend who is starting chemo for breast cancer in two weeks. Come to think of it...every one of my hair appointments yesterday were very good friends of mine...and all of us discussed the mammogram situation... and every one of them said they'd pray for me and reassured me that it was "probably nothing".
You know...I'm very blessed to have such great friends. It's almost ironic...the fact that I saw so many of my closest friends yesterday...from walking with Mary Lou in the morning, having coffee with Diane and then I cut/colored her hair, then I gave Lorie a perm (both these women I've known since we've moved down here 22+ years ago), gave Doris a haircut (she's the one with breast cancer), cut Cindy's hair, cut/colored the other Mary Lou's hair, then I talked to Sheila in the driveway for some time last night. (a combined 112 yrs of friendship...wow, this was a random, insignificant factoid to share) Anyways...I'm sure it was not just coincidence. I'm going to take it as a message and feel at ease...just knowing that I am loved and surrounded with such caring people.
I love how God shows me things...and I usually "get it" a little after the fact...but I do have a vision to see His hand throughout situations in our lives, even if I'm a little behind. It eventually comes to me, and I find great comfort in knowing that. You know...just the way things play out...I have the ability to see where God moved...like a complicated and long drawn out chess game. This is why I blog...to track His moves and for me to eventually look back and see it.
Now I have no explanation why Pat dreamt last night that he was having a confrontation with the Devil. He never talks in his sleep but last night he was actually hollering in his sleep...(almost like he was talking in another language...it made no sense to me). I even woke him up and said, "What did you say?" He told me this morning that he was fighting the devil in his sleep. It creeped me out. He seems to have a lot of those kinds of dreams. Odd.
And with that being said...I'm going to hit the shower before my haircut appointment arrives.
1 comment:
Still praying. I've had those kinds of dreams, like your husband, but God made me a crazy intercessor so He often speaks to me through dreams. Kind of warnings for me to sit at His feet longer to hear His heart for whatever or whomever. Everytime I think about you or see your name on my prayer board I hear that song "Fear not, for I am with you says the LORD". So AMEN and AMEN!
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