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Today’s Gifts

This morning, God woke me up and told me He wanted me to go to worship. He said He had a gift for me. As usual, I wondered if this was just me and my crazy brain, or if this was really Him, so I asked Him for a sign that it was really Him. Then, I opened my Bible app (just as I do every morning) to check the daily Bible verse. This morning, it was Psalm 47:1.

“Clap your hands, all you nations;

shout to God with cries of joy.”

Psalm 47:1

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That was my sign! So, after I got my daughter off to school, away I went! There’s a church near me called Crossroads, Oakley and they do an early morning worship on Tuesdays. As I entered the church, God asked me to find a new way to worship. Not the out loud, over excited way that I normally do. So, I remained seated the whole time, singing out loud very little, and just basked in the worship of those around me. It was a very calming, peaceful feeling. And in keeping quiet, I heard the beat of the drum so much clearer! It was electrifying and I wanted to jump out of my seat and dance, but I stayed obedient. I felt like I could feel it deep in my soul!

As I sat there, my eyes closed, all these faces of strangers flooded my mind and I heard God say, “I love these people, but not all of them know Me. I want them to know Me!” It felt like I was falling asleep and instantly dreaming, but I was wide awake. I’ve definitely been tired in church before, and almost fell asleep, but never to the point that I’d had a dream. In this dream, or vision, there was an older woman with white hair and shades of gray. She wore a brightly colored button up, collared shirt. I saw pinks, oranges and yellows on her shirt. She had a stern look on her face as she turned to look at me. Then, I saw children playing at a park and a woman sitting on a bench, watching them. I asked God what this was about and what it meant, but got no reply. I figured He’d let me know if I needed to.

I left the church and asked God what was next? What are we going to do together today? Again, I got nothing, so I started to go home. When I was about 10 minutes from my house, I remembered that I needed to go fill out a police report because my car had been “broken into” a week before. I’d had major inner conflicts about reporting it and had been praying about what to do. My car was in my driveway at the time, unlocked. There hadn’t been much of anything of value in it. I’d forgotten to take my purse in the night before because I was so tired. But that night, I had also filled up my gas tank and put my credit card in my pocket instead of back in my wallet, like I usually do. (Total God-moment there!) So the thief had dumped my purse next to my husband’s car, out on the street. Everything was there! The one thing they did take was an extra wallet that was in my car console. I’d had my extra debit card in it that went to an account that only had about $20 in it. So, really, they didn’t get much.

When I discovered what had happened, I was a bit annoyed that someone went through my car, but thankful that nothing major was stolen. I stopped and prayed for the thief and the life they must be leading to have them living this way, stealing from others. I prayed that they find true happiness and freedom from whatever had them there. Then, I asked God if I should report them. It was such a small, minor thing and no one was hurt. Jesus tells us to turn the other cheek, and to forgive. Plus, there were others on my street who had been robbed as well. They would likely report theirs, too, so why did I need to report mine? I asked God for a sign on what He thought I should do. I was content to let it lie. Then, a few days ago, someone contacted me through Facebook and said they had my wallet. They only identifier was my debit card which was still in there. My driver’s licence was still in my purse when we’d found it, so I still had that. I believed that this was my sign that God wanted me to report it. When I prayed about it, He reminded me of a mission trip I’d just gone on in March.

We’d gone to a small jailhouse in Southern Kentucky. The warden there had said that we should not pity the people there. They had done bad things which landed them there. But the fact that they were there was a good thing because it meant that they could get the help that they needed and were not going to seek out on their own. So, by being there, he was able to help them get off drugs and straighten out their lives. It was a blessing that they were there. So, in finding my wallet, I had a clue as to who might have taken it, which would help detectives find this person, not only for the purpose of stopping them and the crimes in my community, but also to help this person who committed the crime with whatever they were going through.

This morning, after church, I stopped into the district office, still praying I was doing the right thing and asking God to guide my steps, guide my words, and help my memory with anything the officers might need in this case. I walked in, spoke to a man at a desk behind thick glass and filled out some paperwork. While handing it back in, I spoke to a detective who’s name was Mike. He asked me more questions about what had happened. I answered him and I also told him about my inner dilemma and the battle I was having with God. He then stepped out from behind the glass that divided us and told me he was a man of God, too. He was an assistant pastor at his church! THANK YOU, GOD! He spoke to me from a Biblical standpoint as to why this was so important that I report even the smallest incidents! It’s not about getting someone in trouble. It’s about helping them find the help that THEY needed! Or enabling those around that criminal find the help they were praying for. He said he saw things that we never get the chance to see, nor would we want to! Because of little tips and reports like the one I was making, they were able to rescue children of drug addicts, find lost loved ones who were buried in the backyards of people who had done things like this, and so much more. This might be a minor thing to me, but it could be the tip to a case that cracked the whole thing wide open and saved someone’s life!

I asked him if he thought it was a good idea or a bad idea to keep your car unlocked in front of your house. In my thinking, if I have nothing of value in there, why lock it? If a criminal breaks my window and I have nothing in there, then I have to pay for a new window for nothing! He said he couldn’t tell me what to do, but that he agreed with me. He also said that some of these thieves keep track of their findings and tell their friends, just like when you find a good deal at a local store and you tell your friends. So, if there was something of value in your car, and they stole it, they’ll wait a few weeks for you to get comfortable and feel safe again, and then come steal again, or maybe one of their buddies will. Even for something as small as change in your console!

Mr. Mike walked me to the door, opening both doors like a gentleman, and we said our goodbyes. I am grateful for Godly men and women like him on the force, as well as all the other upstanding good people that work there, keeping us safe and guiding us on the right path. I am so thankful he was there today to help me through this process!

I finally drove home, thinking about everything that had already happened. As I turned onto my street, I saw the woman with the white hair and the brightly colored button up shirt! She was stopped at the light at the end of my road and as I turned onto my road, passing her, she turned and looked straight at me with a stern look on her face, just as in my image! I’m still not sure what this means, but I prayed for her anyway. Maybe God will bring us together one day and I’ll hear her story. Who knows. Maybe God just wanted someone to smile at her today, and that’s enough for me! God, use me any way You want to! I’m all Yours!

So, while this day is still young, there have already been so many blessings God has given me! I am so crazy in love with Him and how He weaves these blessings into my days, when I ask Him to! I wish more people could experience God the way that I do. I wish more people could see Him the way I do and feel His love so clearly. It’s such a wonderful feeling!

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Adventure Awaits

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So, it’s been a long time since I blogged, and with good reason! My family has recently picked up and moved to another country… as in Tortola in the British Virgin Islands! If you’ve read any of my previous blogs, you’ll know that I was having a pretty tough time letting go of all of my belongings and trying to decide what to take and what to leave behind. It got even harder when my Hubbs called one night and said, “Instead of shipping a bunch of boxes over here, why don’t you just see what you can fit into your suitcases and we’ll replace what we really need.” At first I thought that was a great idea! Then, I realized I had to go back through all of my things that I had set aside under the “SHIP” sign. It didn’t look like a mountain before, but looking back at it again, it gave Mt. Kilimanjaro a run for her money! In the end, with the help of my wonderful mother, I was able to get the essentials into 4 suitcases and 4 carry-ons, with the promise that a few extra items would be shipped down for me in a week or two. And then, after a few parties and well wishes from loved one,we were on our way to our new adventure!

Three planes and one water ferry later (and more than a few hours late), we arrived in our new home! It was dark when we landed, so we couldn’t see much, except the stars! There were billions of them! There were so many stars that it was impossible to find the familiar constellations that I always looked for back home! It was as if God had been sprinkling the skies with stars that He had in a jar and He must have tripped and got them everywhere!!! They were exceptional!

My Hubbs awaited us just beyond the customs booth. We tiredly fell into his waiting arms and he asked if we were hungry and if we wanted to go to his restaurant and eat. We were both exhausted and famished. We’d had no time to get anything to eat during our travels, as we ran (literally) from plane to plane. Luckily, the restaurant was just across the street, so we didn’t have far to go. We loaded our luggage into a closet and headed for our table. The staff was very friendly and they all came up to introduce themselves. My Hubb’s bosses (a lovely married couple) came and chatted with us a bit. The more I spoke to them, the more I saw what my husband had seen on his first trip. They were very kind and hospitable. They were warm and welcoming and seemed honestly interested in my daughter and me. I saw that my husband was definitely in good hands there.

After a delicious meal of grouper and fries, followed by chocolate gelato, we sat on a nearby couch to wait for the Hubbs to finish his shift. Our daughter ended up falling asleep in my lap and I patiently waited, as I listened to my fellow patrons enjoying their meals and fought with Mr. Sandman to keep myself awake. It was a good thing our daughter had taken a nap, because her daddy had gotten her a Christmas gift that would not wait until morning!

We took a taxi up a mountain to our house, and as we approached the driveway, my Hubbs turns to me and says, “You’re gonna love this!” I look out the front window and it was as if the world just fell away, and the driver was still moving ahead! Our driveway was literally so steep that I couldn’t even see it before us for a few moments. It was actually terrifying, and my wonderful Hubbs thought it was the funniest thing in the world. If you ever need a good work out, come trek up and down my drive way a few times. That will work you out!

Once in the house, my Hubbs asks our daughter if she’s ready for her first gift. She tiredly rubs her eyes and nods her sleepy head. He opens the bathroom door and out bounds this tiny, adorable dog! Marley is her name. Our daughter squeals and, of course, is instantly wide awake! It took an hour or more to get her to sleep after that.

The next morning, I woke before anyone else in the house, which is typical. Can’t I ever just sleep in?! I guess it’s just not in the cards for me. I’m a doer, not a sleeper, I suppose. I went out onto the porch and got the first views of our new surroundings. We’re up so high on the mountain, you can see forever! The water is a brilliant turquoise blue, and there are all kinds of ships out on the water: cruise ships, pirate ships, catamarans, and smaller, personal boats. We’d traded in parking lots for boat docks. The air was fresh and the breeze was wonderful! The lush green foliage blended so beautifully to make a picture perfect scene. It looked like something out of a travel magazine.

My husband took us to a beach that day and we washed away the chill of the 11 degree weather we’d run from. We swam in the clear, blue waters and basked in the sun as we hunted for shells on the beach. I had left the house that morning with snow white skin, and returned that afternoon with red lobster skin. It was a small price to pay for the wonderful memories we had made that day.

I still have my worries and it’s still all so new and different. I’m still missing my life back in Cincinnati, but this new life is so promising! There are so many new things to explore, people to meet, places to go, wildlife that we haven’t seen. It’s an adventure for sure, and one that I am finally ready to take on! I have so much more that I want to tell you, but for now, I think I’ve made you jealous enough. Until next time….