Musings

Hello once again from a long absence.  :)  It appears my writing goes in seasons...kind of like life.  There are seasons of plenty and seasons of drought, ups and downs, paths you never thought you'd take, places you never thought you'd be.  But I'm oh so thankful that through it all I know Jesus is watching over me.  One tremendous change is location...this Arizona girl is finally discovering what it's like to live through a "real" winter like I'd always joked about...in Montana.  Yep, you read right.  Big Sky Country...a place I've dreamed of running my horse through the rolling GREEN hills in the SUMMER...instead we moved in October...just in time for the first snow storms of the season...and in November I got to experience those negative numbers on the thermometer...yep didn't need that side of the thermometer in Arizona but getting acquainted with it now.  God has been very gracious during this move.  That's a story for another post and thankfully my health has been stable which is a tremendous praise as I begin to get insurance stuff changed over and begin the quest to find new doctors. 

Anyway, there's lots to catch you all up on, but for those that don't know, the short story is that it was a job change and family friends with a job for Jordan that brought us up to the Northwest.  More details on that later too.  :) 

I've been doing some thinking and journaling reflecting specifically on the last three years since my first psychosis episode and this poem came out of it and wanted to share.  I'm continuing to pray about writing and seeing where the Lord would have me go with it and I was reminded tonight by a very good friend that every season is a gift from God and that we don't want to waste them. I've felt like I've had "extra" time on my hand, but have not been using it wisely or unto the Lord.  I would love for you all to pray that the meds I'm continuing on would not continue to hinder my getting up in the morning and that God would show me very specifically how I could best glorify Him with each and every hour of my day...and please hold me accountable!  :)

Musings:  “a product of contemplation”

Rejoice always; pray without ceasing, in EVERYTHING give thanks for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you.  1 Thessalonians 5:16-18

Trials oh so hard,

But Jesus makes the way,

Come what may…

Rambling, one word right after another,

Tumbling, spilling, rushing,

Oh how I could wish them back,

But even these words so rambled and confused,

Out of place, wrong time, and so not “me”,

Yet it is the “me” that Jeremiah warns of…

Our desperately wicked hearts,

That sow nothing good.

Yet His mercies are new every morning

And His ways are so much higher than ours…

What sweet and precious words,

Spoken of by prophets long ago.

Prophet…could it be?

Is it He?

Looking towards that DAY,

But not thinking straight,

Nor communicating in her usual way.

A mirror filled with symbols,

Crying out to the man she loves,

The man of her dreams and the one who loves her so well!

Such pain filled memories...but be captured they must…

For the pain reminds us to long for those eternal shores…

Our heavenly home that will never disappoint!

Rejoice, rejoice, for HE has come and is coming again…

Life is hard, but God IS good,

Come what may….yes come what may.

Rachelle Thomas

As we approach the New Year may you know the One who made you better and better and praise Him for sending His precious Son, Who set aside His rights as King of all Kings and was born in a manger and came to die on a bloody cross for your sin and mine so that His mercies are new each and every day to all those who repent of their sin and trust in Jesus Christ alone for salvation.  And may we all remember that as long as we have breath His purposes prevail--there is a reason for every season--no matter how long or difficult.  

For His Glory Alone,

Rachelle