This season of life doesn’t allow much time for writing though; it has allowed me ample time for reflection. As I pack moving boxes, unpack stored items, cook for my family, hold a sleeping grandson, and walk about my neighborhood, my mind is free to wander through memories of past seasons in my life. What a journey it has been!
Over 20 years ago, God revived my heart and soul. Before, I was a Class A, fanatical control-freak, hyperactive workaholic with more strongholds than victories. After years of daily praying, “Lord, Change me!” I can now celebrate over a treasure trove of testimonies. I am proof He can take weakness and mold it into His likeness.
Lesson #1; God proved He could be trusted. He used our livelihood as His teaching tool. He lead Mike to leave the security of a regular and more than sufficient paycheck to become a private consultant for a software firm. We were called to survive on the inconsistent commission checks. In other words, we had less and prayed more!
Testimony #1; Mike was away on a business trip and I was down to our last few dollars. It was Sunday morning and the kids and I were at church. I was new in this lifestyle of hearing His voice. But when He spoke, I knew it was Him.
Sitting in that service, I clearly heard Him tell me to empty my purse. I was to give every cent to the offering. My heart skipped a few beats as I pondered what we would have for lunch. But when that plate came my way, I gave the two bills from my wallet, a $5 and a $1. For good measure I even dumped the small amount of change without counting it.
Then I worshiped, truly worshiped. I can still remember the freedom and joy of knowing that now I’m in His hands. I’m His responsibility. It’s up to Him to feed my kids.
As we left the church and walked to our car, a young friend asked for a ride home. She immediately hands me a $5 bill and insists I take it as repayment for a previous loan. I started to resist but felt His nudging that it was right. She needed the blessing and well, He was up to something.
Now in West Virginia, it is not uncommon to see debris blowing across the road. No one pays any attention so for me to notice a small piece of paper blowing right up the middle of the road was unique. When I announced to the kids, “Look there’s something blowing towards us!” They looked at me like I was crazy and shrugged a ‘so-what’.
Now their eyes are huge as I leap from the car and catch the $1 bill flying toward me. I didn’t care how stupid I looked standing in that road, with tears sliding down my face, and beaming a thank you to the heavens. Before I could get home, He had restored to me what I was willing to give to Him. I knew then I could trust Him.
I also knew I would need to be alert and open to His mysterious ways. This would require a constant openness to His voice so that I never miss His plan. I smile as I anticipate the next stories to share with you. Oh the wonders I have experienced! He never ceases to delight and amaze.
It’s been a thrill ride and not for the faint of faith.