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Desert Day Musings, Frank Summers Style

Friday – July 13, 2012 – 3:00pm – near Rancho La Puerta – General Cepeda, Coahuila, Mexico

My Desert Day prayer time musings were definitely in the style of Frank Summers today. Just went and sat with my bible. Observed all the various things in nature and different stimuli that surrounded me. 

First bible verse that came to mind: “Those who wait upon the Lord will renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles, they shall run and not grow weary, they shall walk and not grow faint.”     –Isaiah 40:31–

-Placed myself in God’s peaceful presence – Rain reminded me of his blessings raining down on me – Tried to come to Desert Day without an agenda or “to-do” list – Wanted to come here just to be in His presence and hear him – My time is not mine, it’s His – The same can be said for my talents, treasure, and any other blessing I’ve received – Be present to your mission – Focus more on relationships with people – I hear the magnificent rolling thunder in the distance, and I’m reminded of a verse from the hymn “How Great Thou Art” – The wind reminds me of the Holy Spirit – I can’t see the source/cause, but I can see, hear, and feel the effects – Instead of leaving our Desert Day spot during the rain, we took shelter in the gray van – Reminded me of the Psalms that talk about God being our refuge – Also reminded me of the Psalms that talk about taking shelter under God’s wings – The rain/thunder/lightning is intimidating yet beautiful – The missing rear-view mirror reminds me to go foreward and stop looking back

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I had a vision…

9/29/10 – On the swing facing the pasture, back porch of the big house @ Big Woods

So I’m sitting here, and the scenery and weather are absolutely beautiful. It’s a mild day, and the sun is shining. I can hear the bugs chirping and the birds singing. There’s a slight breeze blowing. If there ever was a perfect time to do a journal entry, it’s right now.

Earlier this morning, during my prayer time, I came across Psalm 62:1 which says “In God alone is my soul at rest”, and it really stuck with me. As the morning progressed, I realized there would be alot of free time. Immediately I thought about my pastoral session w/Mr. Frank yesterday, and how the need to devote time to personal prayer is a must. Couldn’t do it after morning prayer (that’s when I did my daily Scripture reading), so I did it after our teaching workshop ended. When I got into the chapel, I put on my earphones and was listening  to some instrumental Lakota (Native American) music to help me focus and meditate. As I was listening and beginning to pray, I asked to focus and really enter into prayer. I asked him to help me enter into true communion with him during my time of prayer. As I prayed and listened to the music, I received a vision.

I was lying on the ground in the forest. My body was bruised, and battered, and bloody. I don’t know exactly how I got there, or what I did. But I knew that it was because of sin and its effects on me and my life. It was slightly overcast and a slight breeze was blowing. There was thunder briefly and then a few drops of rain started to fall.  As the rain hit my face, I was a bit startled and awoke. After a little while, I got up and started walking through the forest, and as I walked the raindrops gently started to wash away the blood and the dirt and cleanse my wounds. At that time, there was no apparent destination, but I knew I had to go.

After some time I came to a meadow and started walking through it. As I journeyed through the meadow, I got a sense that others had made and were making the same journey. This motivated me and urged me on. Eventually I arrived at some hills, and this was where the weather started to clear. As the weather cleared, I noticed one large hill in particular, and I began to climb it. The climb up the hill was a long one but it was not a hard one. When I reached the top, I saw it. A huge cross. And then I saw Jesus standing beside the Cross. He told me “See, I too was battered and bruised but it wasn’t the end.” Then he opened his arms and we embraced.

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