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
