God is so good to us.
Even when life looks like it is could swallow you up...God is good to us! Last Saturday night, my husband and I hosted an "ole fashion singing" at a campground near our home. We have been doing this every two weeks all summer. We have singers/bands from our area come and preform for the campers. We also have someone give a brief testimony or devotional thought about midpoint through.
We found out Saturday morning that our designated speaker had a conflict and could not make it. My husband made a few phone calls, but by the time we drove up to the campground we still had no speaker. I asked my mother who has a tremendous testimony, that I will share with you at some point. She said no. She wasn't feeling that well and did not want to share. So Mike turned to me. Knowing that there is a story always in my head it fell on me. As the crowd started to gather, I noticed there were a lot of children, so I decided to do an old stand by children's sermon.
The singing started and soon I noticed that I was next. I rose to my feet and was dismayed when all but three of the children (one was mine) left! Their parents came and got them and they left. I sent up my "Help me Jesus" prayer and a story I had written long ago came to mind. I took a deep breath and went for it.
The story is about two boys playing along an old, but high fence. One boy is deaf and can not hear anything. The other boy hears something on the other side of the fence, and looks through a knot-hole. He gets excited and wants to show his friend what is happening on the other side of the fence. But every time the boy that is deaf looks...it doesn't look inviting or fun. He can only see or understand what he can see through the hole. (Such as the back end of a horse!) Finally a man pulls up in a truck and both boys climb to the top and look over. They are both happy now because on the other side of the fence... was a grand parade.
The lesson of the story is that sometimes that is all we see of our own life. Sometimes like myself right now, our finances look like the back end of that horse. The boy that could hear the parade are like our Christian sisters (you my friends) who understands that God is taking care of us and really, if we could see the whole picture, we would know that it truly is a gift...a parade. The man is like God, without His help and understanding none of us could ever see the whole parade.
That is a shortened version of the story. If you would like to read the whole thing, e-mail me and I will send it to you. God used this story to speak to my own fears Saturday night. I still don't know what my parade looks like right now, but I am trusting harder the One who does. He did however give us one big knot-hole glimpse Sunday morning. My husband is now the Interim Pastor for the new church start. (it is not nough to fix our loss of income but every little bit helps. We just need God to do some loaves and fishes with our resources) It could and hopefully will lead to a more permanent position, but for now we will rejoice in our knot-hole!
What about you? What do you see through your own knot-holes? Please share and we can rejoice and pray together.