Beautiful Fall Day

The last 3 nights I've gone out in the backyard with Maxine before bed. The first night I stood there and raised my hands high and wide up to God. I sang Him the first verse of "Revive us Again." Then, last night I went out and did the same thing only I prayed. Tonight, I went out and prayed--with my hands held high.

(Some of you may or may not understand the significance of this. I belong to the church of Christ. We are uncomfortable "raising holy hands" to God. We are black and white thinkers and we like nice solid facts. I do love the church of Christ, bless our hearts.)

My heart has found a place to rest right here in my backyard. For those moments that I'm out there with God, I am OK. I am talking to Him. I even just listened tonight. He didn't say anything but I know He was there with me.

I've not spent much time doing this--it's been a little chilly and I started out a little unsure. Tonight, I was looking forward to my time outside with God.

I think this is a good way to meditate. I have been longing for God to fill up this empty spot I feel right in the middle of me. I think this is one way for me to get filled.

I'm including a poem today that I wrote a couple of years ago. A friend of mine was doing something that included making up your own words to that song from Sound of Music "A few of my Favorite Things." She told me about it and I thought I'd write a list of my favorite things.

I found myself going through my day picking out the best things that I liked. Pretty much these are my absolute favorite things about my life. God is good all the time.

My Very Own Personal Most Favorite Things
A wiggly dog in the morning ready to get up
Two kitty cats lazing on the patio waiting to come in
Happy emails bold in my mailbox
Hot water out of the tap
A job to go to; a house to come home to
Books in the mail, books on the shelf, books anywhere they happen to be
A big ole glass of tea with lots and lots of ice
Or a steamy cup of English breakfast with cream and sugar
Foot-tapping music and the songs of the birds
Good, good friends to learn to love
A niece and some nephews on the other end of the line
Giggles at bedtime and guffaws on surprise
Little blank books and mechanical pencils
Thoughts and ideas to witness and write
Prayers to send to Heaven and miracles coming back