Waffles and Worship

It has become quite apparent that the germs and illness that my husband has been harboring have made their way to attack my immune system. In comparing a timeline of ailments and symptoms, we have since determined that I am now dealing with what he has been dealing with for the last week or so. G has also been sick. All of this has led to a major deep disinfecting of our home.

Lysol and Clorox, you are my friends.

My hubby was feeling much better today and made his way to church while G and I remained home to mend for another day before the week begins. It just breaks my heart to see my little thumb-sucker not feel well.

Deciding I wanted some comfort food for breakfast, I broke out my waffle recipe. This recipe is extremely versatile and simple. The variation I made this morning was Maple Bacon. Sounds yummy right?

If you don't have a waffle maker, my heart goes out to you. I received our waffle maker last year for Christmas and waffles became a staple during my pregnancy. An additional perk is that these waffles, once made, freeze nicely and work well for a quick meal.

I'll post the DIY recipe soon. First however, I wanted to share a part of my worship with you this morning. I hate missing the church service and fellowship with my Sunday School class. However, I know that I can praise God right where I am at, anytime (this Truth should not be used as a crutch to not attend church service...we are called to join with fellow Christians in worship and learning-

Don’t stop meeting together with other believers, which some people have gotten into the habit of doing. Instead, encourage each other, especially as you see the day drawing near. Hebrews 10:25

The human body has many parts, but the many parts make up one whole body. So it is with the body of Christ. 1 Corinthians 12:12

Pardon the soap box but it breaks my heart to see fellow believers wander their way out of church using this as an excuse for not attending...)

With that being said, I ran across this little quote on Pinterest:

Now that is the kind of woman I want to be!!! I want satan shaking in his red pajamas when he sees me coming. I was reminded of a study I did in college through the book Captivating by John and Stasi Eldredge. I was skimming the pages with all of their underlines and highlights...and then, I stopped. I stopped on page 94. I had underlined some scripture found in the chapter titled Healing the Wound.

 

The Spirit of the Sovereign LORD is upon me,
  for the LORD has anointed me
  to bring good news to the poor.
He has sent me to comfort the brokenhearted
  and to proclaim that captives will be released
  and prisoners will be freed.

 He has sent me to tell those who mourn
  that the time of the LORD's favor has come,
  and with it, the day of God's anger against their enemies.
To all who mourn in Israel, He will give a crown of beauty for ashes,
a joyous blessing instead of mourning, festive praise instead of despair. In their righteousness, they will be like great oaks that the LORD has planted for His own glory.

Isaiah 61:1-3

 

The Spirit of the Lord is upon me...quiet my soul. What an overwhelming, beautiful realization. He has placed His hand upon me so that I may move forward and advance His Kingdom. BUT, not only is His Spirit laid upon my being, but HE HAS SENT ME! He has chosen me to fulfill an agenda that only I was created to do. In reading that scripture I see what I am called to do. I see how I can reach others. I am to be a comfort. I am to be real. I am to edify Christ in both word and deed. I am to bring the Good News that will result in beauty, joyous blessings and praise. I can't help but sit wonderstruck at this awesome truth. God has empowered me with such things needed to complete anything requested or required in His name.

 

As I read these verses to my daughter, I smile at the thought of all the possibilities laid before her. God has written her story and the silvery thread of His Spirit is woven into each page. I can't help but laugh as this chubby little baby coos and grabs at her toes. Those little feet will prayerfully take her places to reach hearts for the Lord and those little coos will prayerfully turn into songs of praise that will strike a chord in the souls of the lost. As a mother, I can only imagine how she will someday captivate others for Christ.