Update from MaryOctober 30, 2011My beloved friends:It's been some time since I have written to you and I apologize for the long delay. I had revision surgery on my left knee, something I had known was coming. An implant, followed a year later by a surgery to hopefully keep me out of pain had not worked, so I was advised to undergo complete revision, which meant they would open it up again and remove the old one and replace it with a new. It's been a time of pain and of not being able to do much more than being bedfast, but I am in theraphy now and recovering under the strength God gives us and expecting to soon be up and well.After these several decades of traveling and doing missions overseas it is difficult to appreciate being forced to sit still, yet the Word of God tells us that we need it. "Be still, and know that I am God". We may say we already know Him, but it's been my experience that without allowing Him to speak into my heart and mind, I am as empty as a dry well. So during this time of recovery, I have gone back to re-read some of the things I had written in my website (www.maryeadams.com) and try to finish others sitting in my draft folder. But during these days of inactivity, I have been blessed over and over again as He takes me into His Upper Room. They relect priceless moments when I took the time to hear His voice: Here is one I love to read and re-read again and again:Drinking from the Big Dipper
With my soul have I desired thee in the night; yea, with my spirit within will I seek thee early..." (Isa 26:9)
As the day arrived and I awoke to lay still awhile for my morning moments with Him, it suddenly occurred to me: there will never be this particular moment again. 24 hours from now it will have vanished, carted off into time...
So what treasure might escape me if I decided to rush away from this moment? What would God say to me; what truth would He teach me if I were to wait upon Him?
The book of Isaiah contains revelations that could only have come as this man devoted his life to seeking God. With my spirit within will I seek thee early....Isaiah did not rush off without first giving himself over to time with Him. He considered it the dominant part of living itself; everything else worked around his first love.
Books are written to draw us into the thoughts of others. Historic ones give us information discovered by the writer. But have you ever read a book years ago and then an update comes along; something new has been added that shed new light on the subject? It took a long time before it happened, but in due season you were thrilled with the new revelation.
The Holy Spirit is described as wind. Jesus "breathed" upon his disciples as He said "Receive ye the Holy Spirit", Later, the Spirit of God was manifested as "a rushing mighty wind" on the day of Pentecost. Outside my window I observe a gentle breeze rustling tree limbs outside. But if I remain encased in this time, it will speak to me--it always does.I had gone to bed around 8:30 or so, tired and glad I was in my warm bed. Outside, the wind was howling, as it had for two days straight. These storms blast my part of Alaska with up to 75mph winds that snap tall trees and blast our streets into sheets of ice.Around 3am the clanging together of the birdfeeders at my window woke me up, and startled me. As I turned, there it was: the Big Dipper in all its glory!I suppose only us humans who happen to live near the poles of our planet earth get to see such an awesome sight---the blackest of night sky with its shimmering jewels! It was breathtaking to behold. I recalled the same sight five years earlier. I knew from that experience that I was in God's presence in a special way, for He had spoken a powerful word to me then. Would He speak again?I needed something, though I didn't exactly know what it was: Constant troubles in every corner of the planet, uncertainties and silent fears in every nation. Troubles in Haiti. Troubles in Korea. Economies in peril. A world gone mad. Would He not give me insights about what things are to take place soon?What is about to happen, Lord? When will you come for us O precious King? People, good people, yearn and dig deep into your Word for comfort and assurance. Speak to us, Lord.He did not answer me immediately. but waited for two more days, during which the unrelenting winds kept me inside my house. Tree limbs were scattered everywhere. All I could do was simply wait and wonder if He heard my prayers or not.And then He spoke to me.
"Did you not notice that it was during the storm that you also experienced My calm and glorious presence? Take note, my child. Comfort your own heart and those of others who love Me. Thus is how it can also be in all the storms that are to come. Whatever happens upon the earth and in your life, I am the One who is always and eternally with you. Do not be distracted by the calamaties that arise. Focus on Me alone. That is the place of peace and safety, comfort and strength. As I told My disciples before I returned into heaven: 'It is not for you to know the times and seasons which the Father hath put in his own power.' I have told you the signs that foretell My return. Watch for them with great joy.I have taught you much, yet your thoughts are sometimes as broken and scattered as the limbs from your trees. You forget to ask Me for the simplest of things, because you have not comprehended My burning desire for you to involve me in all your thoughts.....just as I involve Myself in yours.You remember how you awed the night scene which I woke you to behold? Trillions and trillions of stars, so many you could never even see with your naked eye, yet I named each one--because I care for my creation. You are also my creation and I care for You and have written your name upon My hand.But be mindful of Me, as I am mindful of You. Become aware and engrave upon your mind that I am a NOW God....this moment, this hour. I never sleep nor slumber. All things are mine, except the times you choose to by-pass My wisdom and provision by failing to ask for mine and then relying upon your own.Does a farmer plant seeds in the earth and not watch over them, observing and anticipating new growth, testing the soil for moisture and needed rains, the warmth of the sun--careful to defend his crop from invading pests? Is one seed more important to him than another? Why, then, do you limit my concerns in your own life? Your prayers to Me are like these seeds, and whatever you ask of Me, I am such a master gardener with My Word. I watch over it to perform it. Each prayer is a seed in My garden.Give Me your seeds. No matter the size. The things you cannot understand, the questions that lack answers, the longings and uncertainties, the fears. This time of waiting is your opportunity to learn the lesson I am trying to teach you.Start today, at each and every opportunity. Treasure the smallest need you may have. It is not just a need--it is a seed for you to plant. Then watch with Me, what will become of it when I become your Gardener.MARY E. ADAMS