I had planned ahead. My clothes were ironed. My hair washed and my bed made. If I kept up this pace I’d make it to my appointment on time. Maybe not such a big deal to you, but being on time is an occasion to be celebrated in my life! Feeling pretty good about my progress I proceeded to the final step in the routine; getting dressed. I love pajamas too much to take them off any sooner than necessary, so I always save dressing till the end. Just as I was securing the last button on my shirt, the crazy thing slipped off and I heard it hit the dresser. Ah, nuts! I dropped to my knees realizing the button must be close by. I searched frantically, but couldn’t find it anywhere! I reluctantly abandoned my search to pick out another outfit. I made it to the appointment, but all day this nagging sensation to find that button plagued my subconscious. It was such a mystery to me. I knew it had to be there. It’s not like buttons can just get up and walk off, or hide away so they can get a kick out of watching you -all sprawled out on the floor looking for them.
It wasn’t until the next day that I was finally able to give ample time to the search and rescue operation. I had a plan to find the pesky thing and I would...even if it killed me. I grabbed another button, stood in the same spot and dropped it - causing it to hit the dresser – hoping it would lead me to where the other button was hiding. I know it kind of sounds like a smart plan, except I chose a fabric button, much bigger and less elusive than my delicate shell button. Once again I found myself face down, my rear end pointed high, searching...hopelessly. It was in this lovely position that I finally said, “God! I know you know where that wretched button is. You know and I know it has to be here somewhere. Pleeeeeazzzz...help me find it.”
~I need to interrupt this story to let you know that God and I have been having some interesting conversations lately.~
See, I know God loves me. I know He will perfect that which concerns me, but it feels like He’s turned His head
and is more interested in other people’s lives than mine. I know that’s not true, but I said that’s what it
feels like... Just that morning I had asked Him to please give me a new song. I have lots of songs
about me & Him, but they’re old...things from the past. I craved a new one - like
described in Psalm 98:1. OK back to the story....
As soon as those words fled my lips, I glanced up sideways and smack dab in the middle of the rug sat my new nemesis as plain as a lightening bug on a dark night!
Now... I can’t prove this, but there is NO WAY that thing had been there the whole time! It was less than a foot from where I’d been standing. I had scoured that floor duplicate times. Bottom line is this. Whether God blocked my eyes from seeing it (Can’t imagine how being it was in plain sight) or God literally shooed it out of obscurity - either way - God gave me a new song. Not the song I had been looking for – one with an “ahha” moment answering my questions - but a new song none the less. I still have the same frustrations, but today I know God has not turned His head. He’s not forgot about me! Good news – no matter what you feel – He’s not turned His head to you either. “Sing unto the Lord a new song for He has done marvelous things!” Do you have one? Why not ask God for one and see what happens
Hope & Glory! To You ~ Love
I just wanted to tell one of my great God moments, (i have so many to tell, i could write a book of miracles). During the time my dad was sick and in the hospital, (he had copd and emphysema)i would be outside in the middle of the night taking the dogs out to use the bathroom or whatever since they are worse than kids, and i would stand out there praying...asking God to help my dad be able to breathe and make him better because we love him so much! Well after awhile, God took my dad home and did make him all better. My dad never gasped for air or couldn't breathe in his last days. Well, one night, it had been six or seven months since my dad had died and once again it was about 2am and i'm outside with the dogs, but praying, telling God i really wasn't very specific when i was asking him to help my daddy breathe, i meant i wanted him to be able to breathe here on earth where we are and be able to see him cuz we love and miss him like crazy!!! then it happened.....there was a FLASH from the sky on this clear night and immediately i thought someone winked at me!! Don't know why i thought of this as a wink as soon as it happened, but it did. then reality set in and i thought maybe it was a falling star or airplane or something so i started searching for an explanation, but couldn't find anything. I finally decided, this was God letting my dad wink at me to tell me he's okay and happy and that it was okay for me to ask God for these things. By then, i'm out on the sidewalk in the middle of the night crying my eyes out because i'm happy that this happened. i couldn't wait until the next morning to call my mom and tell her what happened. i have so many of these stories and each and everyone of them are awesome and i'm so thankful for all of them. just wanted to tell a God story of mine. See ya.
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing! He is so merciful isn't He? He doesn't have to do those sweet reassuring things for us, but in His kindness He does. I know you will remember that night for a long time! What a wonderful memory to treasure.
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