Not Alone.

The Lord spoke to me today. I know it was Him because of the way He came and went. It was so sweet. And such perfect timing.


This morning I had enough time to be able to go to Panera and study, instead of just sitting at my kitchen table. I love being able to get out of my house and just sit and be for a bit. Such a great way to start the day. 12:30 came to a near and I quickly counted my points*, stuffed all my books in my bag (For those of you who need a visual, I carry about 8 books with me at all times… in hopes that I might have time to crack one open and read a page or two. That usually never happens. At least I look smart.), refilled my coffee and headed to work. 


Work was normal. Ring, ring, hello I’d like to put in a few orders. Tuxedo this, bowtie that.- that sort of thing. But something was different today. 


This morning I studied the security of the Lord. I flipped back a few days in my Jesus Calling and re-read something I’d already read the other day but today it seemed to stick out to me like a sore thumb. It read, “You can feel secure, even in the midst of cataclysmic changes, through the awareness of My continual Presence.”


Wow.

I don’t know about y’all, but I’ve got some serious changing going on in my life that has caused me to lose sight of the powerful presence of our Lord. Don’t ask me why, because if I had really been paying attention I would have realized that security in Him was the answer all along. But my little insignificant brain can’t comprehend all that for some reason. It was so comforting to be reminded of that this morning. He is everywhere, in everything, with everyone. All. The. Time. WHY DO I FORGET THAT!? It kind of almost makes me mad. At myself, of course. Like, why can’t I remember that I am never alone? I do have somewhat of a short-term memory loss thing goin’ on, but I don’t think I am allowed to use that to justify my self-centered mind. Because that’s just what it is…


I go through my day thinking, what the heck, why haven’t I heard from the Lord today. It’s gotta be because it’s all about what I need and not what He needs. Syke. He tells us that He needs us just as much as we need Him. We think, say, scream, “WHY HASN’T HE NOTICED ME????” When all we need to do is step outside our selfish skin and let His presence sink in. I’ve had all eyes on you this whole time, baby girl. I’ve actually been waiting for you to notice Me


We can get so wrapped up in the world crashing down around us that we only think about how to save ourselves, and not who longs to save us. 


Today was different. Today I felt Him everywhere. In my car, in line at Panera, in my little office space (oh by the way, Becky, I’m gonna need my stapler back.), in the clouds, in the signs I drove by… no seriously… 

I was fully aware of who He was to me today. My Father, my Lover, my Redeemer, my Healer…


My everything.


It’s so simple. Yet so stinkin hard to get through my brain. That all He wants is our love. Our attention. Our requests. Our burdens. That’s the one I’m workin’ on.


I’m not one to dump my burdens on people. I think somehow when I was younger I taught myself that I wasn’t allowed to feel. Hurt. Pain. Anger. Jealousy. Any of those things that would “make me a bad person.” If something’s wrong I could bet you won’t ever know it. Unless your my Ma. She has some weird Mom radar that I could never get past. Nevertheless, I think the reason the words I read today hit me as hard as they did is because at the top of the page, the very first thing, I read, “THIS IS A TIME IN YOUR LIFE WHEN YOU MUST LEARN TO LET GO: of loved ones, of possession, of control.” Boom. Before I even finished reading that sentence, I already had a list of things that needed to go. 


Of course the first thing was loved ones. I haven’t told you yet, that my dad has been diagnosed with cancer. The doctor said it’s what’s going to kill him. My dad and I don’t have a good relationship, but I’ve witnessed the Lord mending it since we got the news about his health. He was saying to me, let go of your fear of his death. There is enough time. I am building the perfect ending for you right this moment. 


I am learning to let go of a lot of things. Loneliness, selfishness, pride, jealousy. And am becoming so weirdly aware of who I am as a woman of God. I think I love it.


The Lord started speaking to my heart today in Panera, but where I really heard Him loud and clear was in World Market. Of all places. 

When I left LensCrafters after my annual eye exam (Yep, your eyes haven’t changed, see ya next year, and thanks for the money!), I drove straight to World Market for some reason. I think I was in a daze. I didn’t need anything from there. Even as I was drooling over the paintings and picking out the perfect dining room table, I was thinking seriously Taylor, get out of this store. But I kept wandering. Through the picture frames, through the little bathroom decor thingys, through the bedspreads. All of which I wanted… all of which I could live without. While I was wandering I made eye contact with an old man, whom I smiled at, but thought nothing of. I remember seeing him one more time while I was browsing. A bit later I was still looking at the toothbrush holders (really? it’s not that hard, it holds a stick upright. pick one.) and that same old man came around the corner and stood there looking at me for a moment. This is where I would normally say, “Hi!” Or, “Can I help you?” But I didn’t say anything. Then he spoke. “I am not flirting with you, I am as old as your grandpa (that is evident.) But I thought you needed to know that you are absolutely gorgeous. (wow.) I mean stunning. Like I can’t even.. you are breathtaking.” (well, holy crap.)


Let’s take a step back. My hair is air dried- in the biggest frizz ball, my cheeks are red because for some reason the eye doctor makes me nervous- I think it’s because of how close they get to my face then they are saying, “Okay better with 3? Or 4? Now 5? Or back to 4?” And I am wearing the same clothes as yesterday and no make up whatsoever.


I didn’t know what to say to that man. He did not feel creepy at all. I don’t even remember what he looked like. I vaguely remember a bald head and a red shirt… Though I don’t remember reading anywhere if angels wear red shirts or not. Either way, I know he was from the Lord, in one way or another… After I told him thank you and that he made my day, I blinked for a second and he was gone. I didn’t see him again. And I even wandered for a bit longer, picking out a set of coffee mugs that were on sale, sale, sale, because someone had stolen the matching spoons. I have my own spoons, I thought. They sold me on that one. 


He was gone. 

I am still smiling. 


I know that was a message for me from God. But I pray that if that man was a real man and not just a messenger from God, that I might have shone a light to him that he wouldn’t have normally seen.


You see, I believe the Lord was telling me that not only should I be secure in His love for me, but that he is so proud of the condition my heart is in. I heard Him say something about a heart while we were talking tonight. I believe the message I am supposed to get out of everything is this: for His children who will listen, He sees us. Our hearts for him are breathtaking. He delights in us. He deems us worthy. Do not give up. Keep your eyes and mind open for His daily affirmation. He is so proud of you and how you are serving Him.


He’s there. 


We are not alone. Never alone. That could be haunting if we let ourselves think about it that way. But it’s not. He is our comforter. Our shelter. Our shepherd. 


Gosh we are so BLESSED to get to do this together. 


And I am SO excited for the days to come. 

It’s an adventure and we are in it together. 

Feet first, eyes closed, squeezing tight the hand of the Lord. Or I am at least. 


Won’t you join me? 


Goodnight friends. I am going to Kroger to get cilantro and lime to make hummus. Yumm.




*It usually takes me a few tries to get something right… In this case, we are playing Me vs. Weight Watchers: Round 2. If you’ve ever thought about taking a swing at it for the first time, or maybe the third or 15th. I’d highly recommend it. I can seriously still eat anything I want, in moderation. And for some reason I never got that before…. now I do. And it’s working! Hallelujah and praise the Lamb because I really don’t wanna have to do this again.

3 thoughts on “Not Alone.

  1. Angela says:

    WOW. I am so proud of you for figuring out Word Press. YAY team!!

    Even more I am proud of your beautiful heart for God. Your brilliant thinking and writing. Your willingness to grow and be changed into the likeness of Christ.

    I’m bursting over here. Go baby. YOU are amazing.

    love,
    ma

  2. Scooter says:

    Dangit, I could not figure out wordpress and you are a much better writer than I am. So Proud, Keep it up!!!

  3. pauselife says:

    Gosh, so proud to have you as a roommate, a best friend, and a sister in Christ! Lovee you so much tay! And cant wait to see what God has in store for you and us!

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