My first trip to "the box"

I go to the mailbox at the end of our block in December, eager to send and receive Christmas cards from so many loved ones. But that's about it. The rest of the year Matt is the one who sends and retrieves our mail. Thankfully. It's mostly bills after all. But today I made my first prayerful walk to the box with a handful of envelopes containing information about the talks and monologues I share with churches and women's groups.

As I pushed the fistful of packets into the hungry mail slot, and thought of the Women's Ministry Directors who would receive them in a short number of days, I smiled. A curious smile. I don't feel anxious, but I am curious. If curious could be as physical a sensation as anxiety tends to be... that would best describe how I feel. Curious, down to the bone, about what God is up to; Curious what God has planned for me.

Following God through the Valleys, where much of our faith is found and perfected can be excruciating, but I am enjoying a season of Joy in His Presence that I haven't experienced in many years. I am expectant, expectant that He will be near me tomorrow, expecting more joy in His company, sure that when I eagerly seek Him I will find Him, and that He will continue to give me the words to express what He is doing in me for the edification of others.

Yes, that last expectation I wait for most eagerly; to see Him work together for good my Valley times as well as these lovely mountaintop days, for the benefit of the body.

Walk to "the box" with me in prayer, my friend, that God will open doors and bring my words of hope and faith to the right groups at the right times. And please lift me up during this season of joy and expectancy, that I might drink deeply from His Presence. May you know His nearness as well, where ever you find yourself today... in the Valley or on top of the Mountain.