You may have noticed an absence of two days in this blog. As I wrote, I had resolved to give it up. I couldn't keep going. Or so I told myself. Then the Universe or the Lord (I'm thinking the latter) intervenes and gives me reason--or a sign--to start again.
First, let me explain that I am technologically challenged. Five months ago, my husband put Pandora (a music app) on my phone. He chose music I'd like, which includes what I call soft rock. Today, in hainging up after receiving a call from him, I accidentally pushed the Pandora app. I hadn't meant to and was, in fact, annoyed with myself because once it's on there, I don't know how to stop it. (Hence, the technologically challenged part.)
To continue with the story, Anne Murray's beautiful tones wafted from the phone in "You Needed Me." My annoyance forgotten, I listened to the lyrics ... and tears rolled down my cheeks. Would that I had a voice like hers, instead of my pitiful croak.
But that's not the point. "You Needed Me" was what I needed to hear. Not that anyone needed me at that moment, but I needed the Lord. I needed His presence. As the song progressed, I cried harder because I amended the words to the Lord, "I needed Thee." I shouldn't put it in the past tense: I need Him. Every moment. Every hour. Every day.
So, I'm back, sharing my mixed-up story with anyone who cares to read it. The truth is, my followers (all 33 of them) don't need my blog. But I need to write it. I walked away and found I couldn't stay away.
This I know for sure: the Lord has a plan, for me, for all of us. And sometimes He, in His infinite wisdom, points out that plan in peculair, poignant, and perfect ways.