As I sat and listened to my preacher Sunday night, Almighty God reminded me again that He is everywhere and knows everything, even the things hidden in the heart.
Only the Omniscient God could hear the silent prayer of my heart, and begin to answer it using my pastor's sermon.
Only The Great Teacher knew of my conversation with Snapp earlier that day and have the preacher uses the same biblical example in his sermon.
Only the Everlasting Father knew about the struggle between me and Snipp that afternoon and had my preacher use the same key phrase I had spoken to my son about his father.
Only God knew.......
Oh, there are so many things if I would just notice them more....
Only the Maker of Eternity can make the timing work so I could go to my niece's concert and also make it to my 5th grader girls' spring concert as well, even though they were in towns 30miles apart.
Only the All Wise God could have me pick a curriculum two years ago that would require Snurr to memorize Psalm 1 and put it so deeply in his heart that is what he just had to preach at Preachfest.
Only my Beloved LORD loves me so much that even though He knows how I messed up and failed yesterday in many ways, He still greeted me with sunshine and mercy this morning. Only the Great Comforter can wrap His love around my heart and bring healing to my heart and soul.
Oh, dear reader, I pray that you understand how real and personal the LORD is and that you feel Him working on you and in your life.
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May 08, 2013
May 01, 2013
Toothpicks
Years ago toothpicks were just something to pick up cheese or pieces of cantalope with.
Then came the day I stepped on one in my bare feet. It had been accidentally dropped and was stuck in thc carpet. I didn't see it, and it was at the perfect angle to jab deep into my foot. The pain was horrible and it made my stomach roll seeing it sticking out of the bottom of my foot. After it was removed, I hobbled around for days and I was very cautious about where my bare feet were.
Fastforward several years:
At the funeral home memory table, I had a container with toothpicks. For my beloved often had a tooth pick in his mouth, to pick his teeth with, to chew on, to play with with his fingers... When we were dating he even added a wooden toothpick holder to my elephant collection!
And now whenever I see a toothpick, I smile and think of my beloved. Unless my children have them scattered across the floor, then the old painful memory of a sore foot comes to mind.
It is interesting how because of our experience, how a simple item like a toothpick can bring back painful or sweet memories. It all depends on how we want to look at it. The interesting thing is our minds cannot think of both memories at once. So we choose. Sometimes we let our minds wander. Sometimes we conciously choose which one we meditate on.
It is kind of like it depends it you hold a toothpick by the middle or the tip. Roll it smoothly between your thumb and finger or poke yourself with it. We choose. Let us also remember we choose what we want to think upon.
Philippians 4:7-8
And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus. Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things.
2 Corinthians 10:5
Casting down imaginations, and every high thing that exalteth itself against the knowledge of God, and bringing into captivity every thought to the obedience of Christ;
Then came the day I stepped on one in my bare feet. It had been accidentally dropped and was stuck in thc carpet. I didn't see it, and it was at the perfect angle to jab deep into my foot. The pain was horrible and it made my stomach roll seeing it sticking out of the bottom of my foot. After it was removed, I hobbled around for days and I was very cautious about where my bare feet were.
Fastforward several years:
At the funeral home memory table, I had a container with toothpicks. For my beloved often had a tooth pick in his mouth, to pick his teeth with, to chew on, to play with with his fingers... When we were dating he even added a wooden toothpick holder to my elephant collection!
And now whenever I see a toothpick, I smile and think of my beloved. Unless my children have them scattered across the floor, then the old painful memory of a sore foot comes to mind.
It is interesting how because of our experience, how a simple item like a toothpick can bring back painful or sweet memories. It all depends on how we want to look at it. The interesting thing is our minds cannot think of both memories at once. So we choose. Sometimes we let our minds wander. Sometimes we conciously choose which one we meditate on.
It is kind of like it depends it you hold a toothpick by the middle or the tip. Roll it smoothly between your thumb and finger or poke yourself with it. We choose. Let us also remember we choose what we want to think upon.
Philippians 4:7-8
And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus. Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things.
2 Corinthians 10:5
Casting down imaginations, and every high thing that exalteth itself against the knowledge of God, and bringing into captivity every thought to the obedience of Christ;
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