I was on retreat for a few days last week.
It was with the Salvation Army officers from our region.
Wednesday morning dawned bright and clear.
We were sent off with a copy of Psalm 23 clutched tightly in our hands
to meditate on
during 60 minutes of silence.
I set off with my camera in hand.
I'd done something similar recently,
So already knew the psalm by heart.
As I walked I recited and clicked.
The Lord is my shepherd
I shall not want.
He makes me lie down in green pastures.
And so on
And so forth
And it was easy to recite
As I walked beside the still waters.
I heard God speak several times
And then I arrived here.
And our conversation went like this:
God: Well go on then.
(I knew what was coming bit couldn't quite believe He was going to say it.)
G: Lie down in green pastures.
Me: You're joking right? It's cold. Damp. Frosty. Muddy.
And I'm wearing a skirt.
And a new cardigan.
G: Lay on your scarf.
Me: But that's only thin. Not even wool.
And we carried on like this for a while.
But eventually I laid down my scarf
And laid down
And gazed at the sky
For the meaningful cloud shapes
At least a kiss in the air trails
Or the writing in the sky.
Though it was quite pleasant,
Just laying there,
And after about ten minutes I got up.
And then it came...
were all bone-dry.
Nice one God.
And as I walked back to the Conference Centre I wondered
Was it a bit Gideon-esque?
Laying out a fleece and all that?
Or maybe a
'Trust & Obey' thing.
But then the verse from Malachi 3:10 came to mind.
It talks about bringing the whole tithe into the Temple.
Giving our all to God.
Who we are, not just what we have.
And then this:
"Test me in this
and see if I don’t open up heaven itself to you
and pour out blessings
beyond your wildest dreams."
So there it is.
And I'm still pondering.