GOD’S CHOIR

During World War 2, when London was being destroyed by the blitz bombings from Germany, William Temple, who served as Archbishop of Canterbury wrote the following about worship:

“To worship is to quicken the conscience by the holiness of God, to feed the mind with the truth of God, to purge the imagination by the beauty of God, to open the heart to the love of God, to devote the will to the purpose of God. “

It is a beautiful day. One of those days where it feels good to be alive – in reality, I’m feeling better than I have in many months – and maybe years?  The air is deliciously warm and fresh, with a slight breeze moving the flowers.  I am surprised by the pleasant scents

I look around me and realize I am part of a huge crowd of people.  It must be thousands?

But there are no crying babies, and fussing children.  In fact, the children I see scattered are all contentedly sitting on the grass, playing quietly with each other.  I smile as I look at them. The word “contented” emanates from the scene, even from me.

All the loose ends in my mind no longer create knots of hidden restlessness along with my sense of inadequacy. I am at peace!

I again look up at the soft blues in the sky with its depths of color I’m unaccustomed to see, and they tug at me.

As I look around at this scene, I am amazed.  We are on a sloping plane of freshly cut grass. The thousands of people I see are in a natural amphitheater. Some activity is going on up on the stage (it is HUGE!)

Someone from the front of the crowd starts a snatch of a song. The melody is caught up by those close by, and it spreads throughout that mass of people!  I have goosebumps and tears run down my cheeks.  The melody weaves a tapestry of sound: I can hear all of the parts being sung by this immense crowd of people, the instruments on the stage blend in with the voices.  I’ve sung in choirs and played in orchestras – but I’ve never heard anything like this! In fact, there are instruments I’ve never seen.

I remember the first time I sang an unknown melody led by the Holy Spirit, sitting with a small group of friends on the floor.  It was unbelievably beautiful as our voices blended in praise to God.  But now?  Thousands and thousands of voices weaving in and out.  No disharmony.  We are all singing praises to our God and Lord, and the Holy Spirit is directing all of us!

Oh Lord!  I never imagined that I would be part of this rush of beauty and joy as I sing to my Lord.  And He is here!  His presence penetrates our souls, spirits and bodies.

I have no words, Lord, to express my overbearing gratitude. 

I am here, with my loved ones and YOU. 

I am here!

– Voni

ONE YEAR AGO

I WROTE THIS EXACTLY ONE YEAR AGO – EVEN TO THE SAME HOUR. BUT I WILL HAVE TO CHANGE THE ENDING. 

June 8, 2018 at 6:51 PM ·  
My apartment in Natal, Brazil, is 592 sq feet. 
Definitely a NEST. 2 bedrooms, 2 baths, SMALL kitchen, living area, small balocony. no laundry facilities. 
Many Americans would NOT like some of the challenges of living there. 

 
No hot water except in the showers. No dishwasher. (Yes, we wash our dishes in COLD water.. . and we get them clean! :)  

We do have Wi-Fi. Unexpected contrasts 

Simple and small – and HOME!  

 
I can put up my hammock (barely) on the balcony, see the ocean, feel the breeze, keep my windows and doors open, so the breeze from the ocean swishes through the balcony door, rushing through the living area and out the open front door. 
It also comes swirling into the bedrooms, but since there aren’t any large open areas on the other side of the apartment, it meanders through the two bedrooms and hall, to join it’s rowdy cousin blowing through the living area. 

This is HOME.  

 
I have no idea why I have this emotional attachment. Perhaps it is because this is the last home that Joe and I had in Brazil, and there are mementos scattered on glass shelves put on different walls. (When the floor area is small, it’s amazing how creative one becomes! :) ) 

I know ONLY that I need to go home for a period of time. I don’t know what are all the purposes the Lord has for me and my Nest in Natal? Perhaps it is so I can have closure to one phase of my life before I enter the next one? 
Only by going there, will I be able to know. 

At the moment, I am in Portland, OR with my daughter, Sheryl, and her husband. Hopefully I will go back to Valdosta, GA, to be with another daughter in August. 
 

THIS IS WHERE IT CHANGED… MY PLANS TO RETURN TO BRAZIL ARE STILL ON HOLD. 

June 8 2019 6:49 pm 

I AM NOW LIKE A SMALL CHILD, HANGING ONTO MY FATHER’S HAND. HE IS TAKING ME ON SOME DETOURS I HAD NOT EXPECTED. 

There have been tears, laughter, struggles with myself, missing Joe, learning to trust God more. When I start to become discouraged, I remember Jesus’ words: 

Matthew 18:2-4 The Passion Translation (TPT) 
“2 Jesus called a little one to his side and said to them, 3 “Learn this well: Unless you dramatically change your way of thinking and become teachable, and learn about heaven’s kingdom realm with the wide-eyed wonder of a child, you will never be able to enter in. 4 Whoever continually humbles himself to become like this gentle child is the greatest one in heaven’s kingdom realm” 

The time WILL come when I will think and talk to God as I sit on that tiny balcony, look at His creation around me, feel the sun on my shoulders and the breeze on my face and understand more of what God is doing. 

But now, I have to keep walking as a small child.