The Eye of the Storm

  Well, so far I have written 2 posts on Jeremiah, and I am only on the first chapter. This could end up being a very long journey! I am still not really even sure why I am on it, but what I've discovered so far has been enlightening. If you have missed those first 2 posts, feel free to go back and read them now here Part One , and Part Two .  In yesterday's post, Part 2, I wrote an entire page on verse 6 alone. My thoughts on how it felt for Jeremiah to be called as a young child, and my memories of my own experiences with being a Christian at a young age spilled more out onto the screen than I intended. I've honestly questioned myself about that for almost 24 hours, worrying what people may have thought about it, since no one reacted at all. Should I have posted all of that publicly? Did I go to far? Were people offended at my truth? I have, however, decided to let the process continue. I don't have a huge following here, and that's okay. Gaining followers isn...

  Okay, after finally sitting down and blogging the journey that just the first few verses of chapter one in Jeremiah has taken me on, it is time to move on to the rest of the chapter. I had no idea why God took me to Jeremiah, but the very first 5 verses were very enlightening for me, and had very little to do with the prophet himself. If you haven't read it, you should go back and do so. It is a prime example of why we are to study the word of God for ourselves and not depend on what people have taught us.  For those who want to continue on this study with me, I have decided to continue blogging it instead of filling handwritten notebooks as I usually do. Be aware, these posts are just as my private notebooks would be during my Bible studies, and so what is pouring out of me is quite personal...way too personal, but maybe there will be things in them that touch others as well? So I am posting them for "whosever will." I have been feeling that it was time for some truth...

  On October 12, 2021, God had been nudging me for days to read Jeremiah. As a pastor's daughter who grew up in church, I'd been to every single service, no matter what, unless we were sick...and I mean truly sick, not "whine and play sick," but "the thermometer shows that you're burning up with a fever and therefore contagious," sick. Otherwise, I could get myself out of bed, get dressed, and go "call for the elders of the church" to pray over my "sickness." Trust me, I didn't often want to play sick. So therefore, I was in church...a lot, and should know right off the top of my head all about Jeremiah and what his book was all about. I am ashamed to admit that at first, I didn't remember. After spending years running from God, and then going through multiple surgeries and damaging medications, my memory tends to sometimes get the prophets and prophecies all jumbled together. After a quick glance and refresher on which one Je...