Saturday, February 9, 2013


Before closing yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, I mentioned that we need to live in obedience to God.

As a child of God, I do this, to the best of my ability.

Here we go, again.  I must say that I am not perfect.  In any way.  Nor do I always life up to the standards that God has desired of us.

But, I do my best.  And, am thankful that He has provided His Word, for me, for you, and for all who will read it.

In addition, I am grateful that God leads me. 

Not just through His word, but by leading me through conviction.  This is a little difficult to explain, so I will try to give an example of what I mean.

Something happened this week, that happens to everyone from time to time.  While reading the newspaper the other day, I saw in the death notices, a name that I recognized.

This name wasn't a common name.  At first, I was feeling rather shocked.  You see, I had spoken to this fellow, recently.  As far as I know, he didn't have any major health concerns.

This fellow was a fellow Christian. I had met him at one church, and worshipped with him at another church, where he had begun worshipping at. In addition, he and I met with my mortgage agent Christian friend, in an effort to assist him in moving forward towards a land/property purchase he was considering making, in the future.

I verified that he was indeed the person I knew.  I read that he would not have visitation at a funeral home.  Instead, there would only be a grave-side service.

At first, I felt I should attend.  Then, realizing that the weather forecast wasn't great, I decided to not attend.

After all, I am trying my best to recover from surgeries that haven't gone well.  And once again, my body is open... draining... and unhealed.  I knew it wouldn't be good for me to be out in bad weather, freezing.

My mind literally flip-flopped.  One minute, I wasn't going to the buriel.  The next, I was.

After praying about it, and hearing the weather was going to be cold and windy, I made my decision.  I would not attend.  Even up to the evening before the buriel, I felt this way.

But, God woke me up.  He did His thing with me. 

No longer being able to sleep, I prayed again.  I could not get this off my mind.

He answered me.  In fact, He lead me to realize that this was one of those times when I needed to follow His leading.  And, not be concerned about my own health needs. 

Why He did this, I have no idea.  But, He did.  And, wanting to be obedient to Him, I made the final decision, to attend the buriel, trusting Him for any concerns for myself.

I was reminded of Romans 12:2, "And be not conformed to this world: but be ye transformed by the renewing of your mind, that ye may prove what is that good, and acceptable, and perfect, will of God."

In the end, I must say that I was grateful God led me to this decision.  I was grateful that He allowed the Holy Spirit to convict me and lead me to the right decision.

And, how thankful I am that God has placed the need on my heart to obey Him. 

Hopefully, your relationship with our Lord, is like mine.  And hopefully, you respond, as I do.  In obedience to Him.

Until next time...

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