Wednesday, February 14, 2018

My Need-Meeter is Running

Some mornings I awaken just needing to "create".  In other words, write.  Today is such a morning.

I've had a little time - now that unpacking and setting up is winding down - to contemplate on what could possibly be the purpose for me to be here in Charlotte.

I'm living in a multi-cultural area and I know there must be "Oh, God, help me" needs all around me.  As I go about my business, I'm in tune.  Listening for the Still Small Voice to speak.  And at the moment, all I can think of is CareVan...CareVan is such a part of who I am, that I cannot imagine not providing for needs down here...

One of the first things I did this week was visit
and start my search for areas to volunteer at.  I found an organization of local churches, who together, meet the needs of widows, single parents, and elderly in a variety of ways out in the communities.  Guess what they are looking for?  Someone who can provide non-food essentials.  Hello?!  CareVan!  I will definitely respond.

Today, I think I will knock on a door to introduce myself to a neighbor.  I'm asking The LORD to show me "where it hurts" - in other words, what the needs may be.

I've always been a "need-meeter" and it's time to get started!  I'll keep you posted.

Because of Him and Unto Him,

Wednesday, February 7, 2018

Suddenly the Kick Came

Toward the end of 2017, when I chose my 2018 OneWord365, I could not imagine I would be put to the test so quickly.  I did know it would come, but I was not prepared for the suddenness of the thrust.  I was most comfortable in my life-nest.  2018 barely started.  Pushed out of the nest via a swift kick, I could do nothing but flap, flap my wings from Long Island to Charlotte.

SOLO was the word I chose for this year.  One of the definitions is to "fly alone".  Somehow, I knew 2018 was going to be a pivotal year in my now retired-wife life.  Little did I know though.  Little do I still know.  I'm walking in the dark by the Light of His Spirit.

Abba likes it that way.  He loves to surprise us.  He loves for us to only know the next step - not the end of the pathway.  One step at a time.  So why am I now down in NC?  I truly have no idea.  I came to this uncharted land strictly out of obedience.

What ministry lies ahead in my solo-ness?  I truly do not know.

I think of all the ways God has used me over the past 34 years.  Extraordinary ways.  Above and beyond my natural capabilities.  I look at my ministry "resume" and I am amazed what God can accomplish through one human being who partners with Him.
(I just had a revelation that almost everything I've done to serve The LORD in my married, supposedly partnered-life, I've accomplished solo. Just me and The LORD.  So, Diane, this is no different!  Hear that girl, NO DIFFERENT!)  
I'm hoping this Divine Assignment, in this solo season, will be a cumulation of all the years combined.  I'm hoping this last hurrah of my life will be BIG.  Bigger than me, bigger than my natural capabilities, bigger than all the years of servanthood combined.  For then, God Alone, will be glorified.

Here I am, LORD, use me..."Where does it hurt?"  Show me the hurt and equip me to be the answer.

Because of Him and Unto Him,

Saturday, February 3, 2018

Umm...Confirmation Please

This is my first blog post from my now new life down in North Carolina. My first day in Charlotte, which was only two days ago, I received two confirmations that I am supposed to be a Charlottean now rather than a New Yorker. 

1.  Feb.1st was the move-in day.  Alece (my daughter) and I slept in a hotel the night before.  We left the hotel at the crack of dawn to get some breakfast at Panera Bread.  We ordered breakfast for us and a take-out order of coffee and bagels, etc. for the moving men.  The total came to $50. 34.  I dig in my wallet, and I had a $50 bill but no change.  Nor any singles.  I apologized to her and said I had to give her another 20.  She replied, "No no."  She dug into her pants pocket and pulled out change and dropped it into the register as she said, "Welcome to Charlotte!"   I was so blown away!  It was a tear-filled eye moment for me.

2.  Later that day, Alece and I had to go to the local cable company to pick up my box.  In that area was a diner, "where the locals come to eat." Oh, man...we walked in, and it was packed to capacity.  We had about a 15 min. wait.  So, the hostess chit-chatted with us.  I told her I just moved down here from NY. "Where in NY?"  "Long Island."  "Where on Long Island?" "Wading River."  "Wading River?!"  That was the beginning of our long convo.  Not only was she from Wading River, Regina Weiss had the same last name as my maiden name; and her grandparents owned a summer home one block from where my grandparents (Gussie and Eddie Weiss) had a summer home in Wading River - where I spent summers, where she spent summers. 

Coincidence?  NO!  GOD. 

Plus: all the wait staff used iPads to take our order.  Wow!  I'm now in the 21st century.  It makes Long Island seem as if it were in the dark ages. And the food...probably one of the best diners I've ever eaten in.  What a burger! And so began my start here in Charlotte.

So...when ya'll come down to visit, you know where we will be going. 

3.  Yesterday (on my second day here) was confirmation #3.  We went into the leasing office to take care of some business.  There was a young man (maybe in his 30's) at another desk.  While Colleen was on the phone, I tuned-in to his convo at the other desk.  I turned around and asked, "Are you just moving in?"  "Yes."  "Me too.  I just got here from NY."  "New York?  I hate NY!"  "Well, I love my New York."  With that, he jumps up and says, "I have something in my car I want to give you.  I'll be right back.  Don't move."  As he ran toward the door, he said, "I've had this in my car for six months.  I guess it is meant for you."  He comes back in and hands me a white mug that says, "I (red heart) New York."  As I respond, he threw his arms around me and hugged me.  Actually, we hugged twice.

I had said to myself previously that I have to get something that says, "I (red heart) NY.  Abba saw to it that I got something.  Another tear-filled eye moment. 

And so, I begin today (day three) with a tired, but very grateful heart.  Grateful for the confirmations.  Grateful for my son, Michael, who helped pack me up and my daughter, Alece, who put her life on hold to travel to NY on moving day and then drove down with me to help me get settled in.  She is a work-horse.  We got so much accomplished in two short days. We worked hard and laughed easy. 

I am where I am supposed to be.  Thank You, Abba, for my now new life. 

Ya'll come down now, ya hear! 

Because of Him and Unto Him,