Fresh Oil

I can’t find my FitBit. It’s been a couple weeks. My personality leans toward misplacing things, just setting them down and not remembering where.

Different times in my life, different words have been used to describe the pattern – Dippy, Airhead, too spirit minded -no earthly good.

Now – it’s just old.

Old and forgetful.

My Mom always said I would forget my teeth if they were not attached.

Now some of them aren’t. And yes, I have realized I forgot them as I smile at the grocery store cashier.

I personally am praying and waiting for a man with Trace Akins’ attitude – the one in his video “One Hot Women”.

Just lean on the porch post and hold up those keys on one finger, smile like you need a date night and kiss me to remind me I’m your Woman. And that would the one and only important thing to remember. RIGHT?

But since he hasn’t shown up yet – I worked out a system that is 80% effective.

There is a specific place for everything.

And you can use your I-pad to find your own phone in your studio apartment if things get really desperate.

Also – my daughter has the keys to my house and car and knows my favorite two passwords. And has to come to my aid – two out of three of those.

The other 20% – I rely on a superpower – Holy Spirit.

It goes like this:

I say out loud –

“I was lost and you found me. You know where everything is and I am your Beloved. You provided me with “whatever item is lost”.

So Sweet Holy Spirit, please share this secret hidden location with me.”

Sometimes, I immediately get a “Look under the pine desk.”

And then I say “There’s no way.”

Silence.

I go look to prove my point and there it is.

Sometimes, I just go on cleaning or cooking or looking and BAM there it is.

Under the dishcloth, in between the pillows, sometime the keys were still in the lock.

Anyway, it’s been two weeks and I can’t find the Fitbit.

The FitBit which controlled a huge part of my life.

HUGE – time and exercise and – discipline –

I just has to glance at my wrist and know it was time to move or I had not move enough.

I was late – or I was ok – on time and acceptable blood pressure.

It’s unnerving to not know what the fire is going on with your life and well being.

About four days in, I ask the Lord

“Is this spiritual?”

“Are you saying something?”

I mean the Fitbit was on by wrist one day and the next was not to be found.

I was permanently furloughed from work and now had no where to go and no agenda.

My time was free – and my system of discipline was lost …

Email message from Marsha Burns “Small Straws in a Soft Wind” hit the mark:

“Beloved, you have always been set apart for my purposes. However, I am doing a further work of separation so that you can more completely fulfill your destiny. Rise above everything mundane and fleshly. You can no longer do things that you know to be marginal. You belong totally to Me and must not tolerate small talk and gossip.

Proverbs 11:13 A talebearer reveals secrets, but he who is of a faithful spirit conceals a matter.”

So got it – new era, new time, God is moving … and I need to get in step.

Not my agenda – not my time table.

I know I have three keys to getting in step:

“Drop my agenda and move into a new time.”

“Pray in Tongues from morning to night and then from night to morning”

“Watch and join in Glory of Zion’s Three Days of Communion”

Here’s Day One.

“In the pressing, in the crushing – you are making new wine”

SO, THIS IS ALL ABOUT NEW WINE. New Time and New Agenda.

And New Keys!