Moods Don't Matter

How often have I missed a blessing from the Lord because my mood has been altered by one situation or another?  Knowing there were things that I needed to do, but my heart had turned sour over some silly something that didn't really matter.  

Sunday was one of those days. Ray and I had planned to go to his hunt club after church.  We had most of our things ready before going to church so we could come home throw it all in the truck and take off.

As we were standing to sing the last song as our benediction, it was clear as a bell that the Lord wanted me to anoint the hunt club.  Funny, the thought had never crossed my mind before, but there was no doubt that those were my instructions.  When we got home I grabbed the EVO, my ipod and ear buds and was ready to roll.  

Did someone say “roll”?  Not calling any names, but the other person that lives in our house had been on one since Saturday evening when I had undercooked his hamburger, it then “rolled” on over to Sunday morning because then the eggs were too overcooked!  As he was working to get his target set up to sight in his rifle, the “roll” began to “roll” again.  I climbed back into the truck while the shooting was taking place, thinking that maybe he could anoint his own little hunt club.

After we had our rifle in order we began to drive back to the house where the guys spend their weekends hunting.  I guess the Lord had to speak really loud to get this point across to me.  “Susan, does it really matter if your mood has changed?  Did I ask you to do something for Me if you felt like it or were in the mood?”  Wow, my mood didn’t matter, maybe it did to me, but was I willing to let my mood affect my obedience to something that I knew I had been summoned to do?  I decided that I’d be glad to anoint that little hunt club house. 

 I made my way around the entire perimeter of the house before going in, covering every doorway and bed while worshiping and praying.  When I finished inside, Ray had the hose pipe washing off the deck.  I knew that I had to find a no fire ant piece of ground to stand because I instinctively knew the shoes were about to come off.  As I found the spot and got down to the bare feet, the next song began to play the notes were so soft I couldn't recognize the tune.  But then the music began to get a little faster and louder and I almost started crying because then I did recognize the song.

 Days of Elijah. 

As the words filled my mind and heart I was so elated because it was the very first week of the Jewish New Year. What I had also learned last week is that it is in fact a year of Jubilee!  Only God could have orchestrated the time I spent on that property last Sunday.  In true fashion, as the last notes of the song began to fade, the wind began to blow, and blow and then blow a little harder.   

It was one of those moments for the record books. 

Every time I caught a glimpse of Ray, he had his back turned and was spraying the hose pipe.  After we loaded up and started down the road his only comment was actually a quote from “Dances with Wolves”… “you turned Injun didn’t ya?” He may or may not admit it, but he was glad about it all, well except for me singing so loud!

I only hope that memories of this day will always remind me that I shouldn't let my mood stand in the way of my obedience!

Days of Elijah by Robin Mark

These are the days of Elijah
Declaring the word of the Lord
And these are the days of Your servant Moses
Righteousness being restored

And though these are days of great trials
Of famine and darkness and sword
Still we are the voice in the desert crying
"Prepare ye the way of the Lord!"

Behold He comes, riding on the clouds
Shining like the sun at the trumpet call
Lift your voice, it's the year of Jubilee
And out of Zion's Hill salvation comes

And these are the days of Ezekiel
The dry bones becoming flesh
And these are the days of Your servant David
Rebuilding a temple of praise

And these are the days of the harvest
Oh the fields are as white in Your world
And we are the laborers in Your vineyard
Declaring the Word of the Lord

Behold He comes, riding on the clouds
Shining like the sun at the trumpet call
Lift your voice, it's the year of Jubilee
And out of Zion's Hill salvation comes

There's no God like Jehovah!
There's no God like Jehovah!
There's no God like Jehovah!

Behold He comes, riding on the clouds
Shining like the sun at the trumpet call
Lift your voice, it's the year of Jubilee
And out of Zion's Hill salvation comes

Lift your voice, it's the year of Jubilee
And out of Zion's Hill salvation comes