"Whoah." Unless a horse heeds THIS instruction of the Master, he is well-nigh useless.
It felt like the Father was signaling to me a "whoah" in reference to the "Mini Museum". It feels like I've been moving furiously, almost obsessed, with all the thoughts it feels God has been giving me about what He wanted me to do here. But all of a sudden, it felt like He said, "look at your Sept. 5 post 'Next Post New Pics...'.
Pictures--all 300 of them--have been taken down and categorized, have been made into digital files and entered into the computer. The screws and supports for them have been removed. Decorative borders, have been taken off. Pencil marks have been rubbed clean. Kinya took out old extra electrical wiring systems. Four slide shows have been composed.
Daddy's sermon notes are arranged in decades. Prayer letter folders are in chronological order and sitting on the bookshelf in the study, next to memoir albums. Above them are the relatives' photo albums, a shelf for ministry photo albums divided into early years with CJM, active years with FEGC, and later years with BMM, as well as his final years with BWM.
All the Lloyd-Jones books Daddy lent me have been returned. His Romans and Ephesians sets are now complete and line his back bookshelves--which have been cleaned.
Maybe the month of September, it was a good thing God kept the temperatures too high. for me to go outside. There was plenty of me to do in here.
Would you continue to pray? As the temperatures have dropped, the Lord has made it possible for me to walk several minutes away where my cousin lives--I posted about her several times--and visited her yesterday. She's in her 70's now but doesn't know the Lord yet.
And it seems now the Lord is saying He would have me let go of any more work on this "Mini Museum", to exult in paths He has trod in the past...just do things from time to time as he brings them to mind--but for now to turn onto new paths he wishes to travel.
No horse would be useful to his rider if he kept galloping in one direction, heedless to the whoahs cast in his ears now, would he?
