I can see my breath when I head out to the back yard to rake leaves. It’s early and the grass sticks to my MaryJanes—soaking through those long stripes on my socks. I breathe out and watch the vapor drift. I think about the Spirit that lives inside me…and I am glad for the company. Drops of dew sit on top each blade of grass like a crowning jewel and I compliment the Maker on such a fine design. The moisture is rising up in leggy tendrils…returning to the sky.
The more I open my eyes in wonder, the more I see. God’s fingerprints are everywhere.
It reminds me of a book I read at the end of the summer—how my friend who wrote that book has a special way of connecting with Jesus. She says everyone can have this way. And then she tells amazing stories about her life with God. Amazing stories from an amazing woman.
God sometimes speaks to me in dreams so I am not surprised that He uses vivid visions to wrap a broken little girl in His love and tie her heart to his forever. This is what I read in An Invitation to the Supernatural Life—Michele Perry’s most recent book. It is that. An invitation.
I started reading the book during that span of time when both of my boys were hospitalized for emergency surgeries within one week of each other. I needed some supernatural faith then. Michele’s sweet voice talked me through…helped me remember that we are never alone.
Is this wonder-full? I am raking the leaves, getting my feet soaked clean through, and I am not alone.
I never have to be alone again.
Michele’s publisher was so kind to send me a copy of her book to give away to one lucky commenter on this post! Leave your comment by Sunday night at 10:00 pm and I’ll announce the winner on Monday’s Playdates with God post. As always, if you tweet or post on FB about the giveaway, let me know and you’ll earn extra chances to win!
This is my day 14 of joining the 31 day-ers. They’ve ignited a fire and the flame of their passion is contagious. I know myself too well to say I’ll post every day…but I promise to try. If it sounds inviting to you and you don’t mind coming late to the party (like me), you can read more about the wave at The Nester’s place. She’s the hostess with the mostest.