Migration almost done

Migration back to old blog is almost done - have transferred all (most - I lost one of the 99 comments on the previous post somehow) of the AKA Susan back to the original halfmom site.

Will leave a link up here until we all get used to going back to the original and then hopefully delete this one without having lost any of your lovely comments!

The new link will be http://halfmom.blogspot.com/

Just to help us all get used to it, you won't be able to leave comments here (AKA Susan) but you should be able to easily leave comments at the link above.

Thanks for your patience in this! If I can figure out how, I'm going to migrate the original Halfmom writings into here as well but they aren't on a blogger site so I've a bit more figuring out to do!

"Warning, Warning, Danger Will Robinson"

The line from an old sitcom from the 60's comes to mind as I begin to think about "migrating" this blog so that it is joined together with the old "halfmom" blog.

Just thought I'd give you a "warning" that I was going to try to do this in the next week or so. That way if you drop by and find something looks askew, you'll know I'm in the process of trying to put the two together to simplify the whole!

More Tozer - this mornings devotional reading

Then Jesus said to those Jews who believed Him, "If you abide in My word, you are My disciples indeed. And you shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free." --John 8:31-32

No one can know truth except the one who obeys truth. You think you know truth. People memorize the Scriptures by the yard, but that is not a guarantee of knowing the truth. Truth is not a text. Truth is in the text, but it takes the text plus the Holy Spirit to bring truth to a human soul....

Charles G. Finney taught that it was wrong--morally wrong--to teach objective doctrine without a moral application. I have gone to Bible classes and listened to men who were learned in the Word of God. Still I have come away as cold as a pickled fish. There was no help, no lift in my spirit, nothing to warm the inside of my heart. The truth had been given to me just like a proposition in Euclid or a mathematical formula from Pythagoras. And the answer is, "So what? Let's go and have a soda!" Are we aware that we can give people objective truth without moral application? If God's moral Word is true, it means us. And if it means us, we ought to obey it. That is life. That is knowing the truth.

AW Tozer, Faith Beyond Reason, 64-65.

Just a thought

I've been having a lovely email exhange with a friend this morning about wedding photos and the impending move of the newlyweds to Virginia. The topic turns to my job and my extroverted friend suggests a local bookstore as a "for the time being" employment. As we banter back and forth about other possibilites, I mention that Starbucks might be more to my liking as they have benefits, and reassure him that I'm not in need as my contract doesn't end until June 30th.

His return email contains this phrase, "June 30th is a long way off and you're right, God can do awesome things, especially if you give him 6 weeks. :-) "

And he is so right.

Taking help where it can be found

A favorite quote from Tozer - it speaks so very clearly to those I seek out, whether by reading or hearing, those who know Him most intimately and explain it to me the most clearly.

Toward anything like thorough scholarship I make no claim. I am not an authority on any man's teaching; I have never tried to be. I take my help where I find it and set my heart to graze where the pastures are greenest. Only one stipulation do I make: my teacher must know God, as Carlyle said, "otherwise than by hearsay," and Christ must be all in all to him. If a man have only correct doctrine to offer me I am sure to slip out at the first intermission to seek the company of someone who has seen for himself how lovely is the face of Him who is the Rose of Sharon and the Lily of the Valley. Such a man can help me, and no one else can.

AW Tozer "God's Pursuit of Man", xiv.

Wind

It is quite windy today and it was through the night and yesterday. I hate wind and have since I was a small child. At least I hate this kind of wind, wind without associated lightening and thunder. I rather like storms and even pleasant summer breezes. It's only this kind of wind that bothers me, wind that makes noise and tosses things about; it makes me uneasy and quite cross somehow.

I think of it swirling around all the new pollen, not a good thing for my allergies. I think of it knocking the small buds off the ornamental cherry tree before they can bloom and I can see them again. It is even shredding the lovely daffodils and hyacinths by the front door before I can enjoy them. I think that it is likely my last spring in my home and I want to see and enjoy the tree once more.

There seems to be a lot of "wind" in my life right now tossing things to and fro. In two more months my of of 6.5 years ends. It will be "gone" without another to look forward to, no job, no leads, nothing of promise. I think of selling my home before I've ever fully unpacked, decorated and really "lived" here. I think of my adult children, a great joy in my life, and their impending move as well. They leave their cozy apartment just a few miles from this house in the summer and move across the country as they continue their new life together. I think of the body that does not obey the brain and the pain that sucks life out of me. I feel tossed about and torn by the wind in my life and I realize that I am afraid.

Each time there is a quiet period to "catch my breath" and I think perhaps that the wind has finally subsided, it starts up again with high gusts that whistle through the windows and trees. Each time, something new becomes dislodged, another job rejection, my parents deteriorating health. I wish the wind would stop and I could hear the quiet. I feel as though I need to hear the quiet. I think that I can only hear the Holy Spirit if it gets quiet. But then I remember that God spoke to Job IN the whirlwind, not in the quiet. He spoke to Job in a way that Job could finally hear at at time when all of life was turned upside down.

I still want the wind to stop - but more than that, I want to hear the voice of a Living God speaking to me in the midst of it.

There's No Place Like Home

Sitting in a bar by myself (it's the only place where the internet is free is this hotel) wanting to be home. But, my flight isn't until 6am - tomorrow.

No wonderful insights to offer - just ready to be home.