Sometimes He Makes Us Lie Down
In June of 2009 I was living in Gadsden, Alabama and was very involved in my church and community. In July we moved to Birmingham. Since that time, everyone I know has heard me say "Just pray that I find my place!" (I said it to you more than once didn't I?) I have frantically dipped my finger into multiple ministries and contacted others, all the while begging God to "show me my place!" I figured I was way too old to waste any time so I should hurry, and hoped God would too. In the months that followed, my activity progressed to a crescendo of perpetual motion. This culminated in a six week sprint of over 3,500 out of town miles. Then I got sick, quite sick. I stopped everything and stayed home. I needed rest. My loving Father arranged for me to get rest and learn what David learned years ago! "God, my shepherd! I don't need a thing. You have bedded me down in lush meadows, you find me quiet pools to drink from. True to your word, you let me catch