24 May 2010

Indwelled

It was Sunday morning and my mind was a hurricane in the shower.  Only 10 minutes and we need to be gone.  Leading music is a weighty thing for how can we lead others in worship if we are not worshipers worshiping?   Oh to quiet the soul.  How can I go from two hours ridding a torrent of epinephrine to waiting on the LORD?  How to quiet my soul when it has been a week of running, a week of difficult decisions, a week of many skipped meals, all kinds of meals?  I oft find myself at this crossroad.  Quiet my soul oh Spirit of the Living God.  How to be listening, leading, worshiping on this celebration of the coming of the Holy Spirit.  The comforter.  Our Rock of Rest in the torrent.  He that indwells us and empowers us.
Come Holy Spirit, gather your elect.  Empower your people.  Be our Hay Baler.  Bind us together, make us into something you can use.
So we continue thanking the Risen Christ, God our Father, Spirit of the Living God for a week of many things to be thankful for, some hard some easy on our way to our first One thousand thanks.  Thank you Lord for

294. New Life

295. a week of mostly respite from new calves

296.  a week of hard decisons

297.  the sweet smell of freshly chopped hay

298.  sending your Holy Spirit, that we can know you and be indwelled as those of the Old Testament
could only hope for

299.  Dedications

300. a wife that braves the tractor ride

301.  children that are learning to love the work of their fathers

302.  a hay merger

303.  an example of quiet watchfulness

304.  the making of blisters.



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4 comments:

  1. Beautiful family, beautiful land ~

    Giving thanks ~ Maria
    ps. Your recipes on your other blog are wonderful!

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  2. Thank you so much, Maria!

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  3. Holy Spirit Hay Baler. Now that's what I'm talking about. Thanks J.L. Shupe.

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  4. Anonymous3:26 pm

    nice work on the pics and reflections, love, arns

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