A High Calling Reflection: single mom of two working for HIM to inspire you: sixty months plus

loveperiodEvery single July I am faithfully reminded of one secret prayer spoken in the solitude of the hot summer air.

It was the summer of seclusion, it was yet another summer when I was allowed to go no where. It was the summer we slumbered in wonder. It was the summer of the staples removed not long after surgery. It was the summer of Barn Hunting and fireflies.

Every single July I am reminded of one secret prayer spoken in the solitude of the hot summer air. It was no longer her birthday but not yet his birthday. Her birthday is the eighth day of July and his birthday is eight days later. My return to work day was a mix of sadness and little play. Like a high school cheerleader the police scanner at the daily news speaks an address all to familiar. In the first moment my mind discounts the knowledge of news. In the next moment I’am all to quick to run for the to close for comfort local news. It’s our house, our home the police scanner is screaming about.

Thankfully no thing (at our home) was burned, broken or bent but this heart was undone and spent. It was no longer her birthday but not yet his birthday when I prayed one secret prayer. I petitioned our Father in the mist and heat of the summer air. I asked, I begged, I prayed for HIM to allow me the time to nurture and love the gifts he had given to the likes of me. Our Father works in units of time and I was not slow to resign.

Our Father works in units of time.

The summer of 2008 marked the beginning of me working online and in(RL) as Single Mom of two … working for HIM to inspire you. I can’t say that I have worked for FREE and I am unable to say I worked for no thing. Often, I filled my days with volunteer work at my church. There were the overnights spent on the gym floor with the homeless women, the management of The Food Pantry and a whole lot more.  You see, our Father has his own special payment system. There was a time when HE paid me every Friday like clock-work. And, there have been times I received little or no pay at all. Sometimes I received gifts of money from random BSF sisters and sometimes I received gifts of unseen things. 

Work willingly at whatever you do, as though you were working for the Lord rather than for people. Colossians 3:23 (NLT)

This journey ended toward the end of this past February with the gift of my husband. Marriage is no thing but new for the two of us. Many folks, family and friends are witnesses to my story and I am stilled, awed and amazed by HIS ever loving grace.  

My thoughts are nothing like your thoughts,” says the LORD. And my ways are far beyond anything you could imagine. Isaiah 55:8 (NLT)

Working not for money has finally led me to my why and my who in ministry, because yes, I would lead woman to live and love beyond singleness for absolutely FREE.

This is a Community Link Up: Working for Free post.

WorkingForFree_1