Healing from Kneeling

For months I pretended not to notice, but last week there was no denying it.

As I vacuumed the den, the late afternoon sun poured through the windows, highlighting the scratches in our pine floors.

Our floors had been through hard times.

Life had beaten them up.

The next day at Home Depot, I found special markers called Rejuvenate. They came in different shades of brown, and the package said they repaired wood furniture and floors.

Why not give it a try?

Rejuvenate did a fine job covering the scratches, but something even more remarkable happened.

My soul was rejuvenated. 

I knelt down and began covering marks in the floor and thought about the scratches in my heart.

My life.

My journey.

My choices.

My history.

My mistakes.

The times I’d allowed fear to consume me.

Times I’d tried to please people rather than please God.

Times I’d run from Him.

All the time I’d wasting by comparing myself to others.

I wondered if there was a parallel between restoring my floors and restoring my heart.

Kneeling over my bedroom floor, I thought~

Lord, You’re only a breath away.

Nothing is hidden from You.

Everything is laid bare.

You know me.

You know my heart.

My story.

My past.

My future.

My weaknesses.

My strengths.

As I covered each mark in the floor, I considered the marks in my life and imagined Jesus kneeling with me. Side by side. 

He didn’t say, “Julie, pay attention! You missed a spot. Why didn’t you take care of your floors to start with? Are you ever going to learn? When are you going to get it right?” 

I felt no condemnation.

None.

Only Love.

He loves us. Oh, how He loves us. 

As I restored my worn floors, God restored the worn places in my heart. (click to tweet)

Lord, You are intimately acquainted with all my ways, and still, You love me. From Ps. 139:3 (click to tweet)

There’s something powerful about kneeling when we pray.

Have you experienced healing when kneeling?

What scratches has God restored in your life?

So much love,

Julie  

 

 

 

 

Party Panic ~ Orange, Purple, and the Power of Prayer!

Party panic has pestered me for years. I thought I’d finally beat it Thanksgiving when I hosted a PERFECTLY IMPERFECT THANKSGIVING and certainly when I blogged about it HERE. But the other day, I was at PARTY CITY shopping for purple and orange wedding shower decorations (bride’s choice) and I felt it creeping back.

My friend Teresa and I were hosting the shower in my home.

I was in charge of decorations.

I had no idea how to decorate with purple and orange. I’m a green and brown person.

Heather, the store manager, spotted me pacing the paper goods aisle. She said not to worry–that she’s decorated for parties at the GOVERNOR’S MANSION! Pretty soon, she had me all set–even demonstrated how to arrange everything.

 

Yay! No party panic this time.

Or so I thought.

Saturday, 3 a.m., the day of the shower, I woke from a deep sleep.

How could I have forgotten?

Nancy’s coming!

When I was growing up, Nancy threw a Christmas Open House gala every year.

She used fine bone china from Ireland.

Her name is all over the church cookbook.

I sat up in bed.

Wait a minute.

I know better than this.

I don’t have to be afraid.

There’s another way to live. 

Lord, help me.

Party panic floated away like a purple balloon, and I went back to sleep. 🙂

The next morning when Nancy arrived, I told her about my 3 a.m. fear. We had the best laugh!

Laughter dispelled every ounce of fear, scattering it like confetti.

Gratitude arose…

For my nearly 40-year friendship with Teresa and Lynn.

(Teresa’s in black. Lynn’s in green, the mother of the groom.)

I took time to see–really see–everyone at the party.

Kayla, the bride, all aglow, opening her presents.

 

The wonder of childhood…(bride’s nephew)

The bond between a mother and her daughters…

A new family starting…

Anticipation for the future…(groom’s sis holding bride’s niece)

Party Panic  (or any kind of fear) will take over…

If we let it.

But  there’s another way to live!

“…perfect love casts out fear…” 1 John 4:18 ESV.

Even 3 a.m. fear.

 Love,

Julie