Good morning, et cetera, dear Reader, and welcome! We find ourselves on this side of the grave again today - and I'd say that's a fabulous start to the day! We have the gift of Life - again! We can be grateful that His mercies are new every morning. It's just about five-thirty here in this time zone; I 'slept in' (meaning that I woke up right at five-o'clock this morning). In the habit of playing whatever song I wake up thinking about, here is today's:
The "American" themed outfit that I ordered came in yesterday and, though my hubby quickly absconded with the hat (which, I had a feeling that he would), I'll wear the casual ensemble for the first time today. As it is, the continuous coffee is serving its job of helping me fully wake-up.
Then we tell the world about the miracles!
There was the time in 2012 or so when our primary care doctor found a growth on my adopted father's prostate - but we prayed, I asked everyone with a FACE to pray for him - and by the time he got to the specialists' office, that doctor took forever when trying to get his own images and ultimately came out and told my dad "I'm sorry that it's taking so long, but, you see, there's no growth in the images that I'm taking!" (that one freaked my dad out pretty well, he spent the next whole day or two up in their master suite, apparently trying to absorb what had just happened).
The time that the Lord gave me the $300 that I needed to cover my rent (I had 24 hours left and had quit a lucrative, executive assistant job at a Dallas ad agency to return to waiting tables as a matter of conscience) - and two great guys that I'd worked with for Gaylord came in, sat in my section, had a $25 tab - and left me three $100 bills. I called the one, crying, and told him that he'd made a terrible mistake, but he said "No, no mistake; the Holy Spirit told me to do it".
The time I woke up in the back of an ambulance after drinking too much alcohol too fast, and found a policeman and an EMT; I asked them what was going on, the policeman told me "We were about to code you" - I didn't know what that meant so I was like "Whatever, I feel fine now, can I go?" and they let me; twenty years later, my dumbass finally learned what "code you" meant - that I showed no signs of life! But there I was, I woke up sober as a judge with no feeling or discernible trace of alcohol anywhere to be found.
Now, those are just a few times that flood back into my heart and mind when I sit and start to recount all the amazing things He's done for me, and I've never deserved a single one of those miracles, but here I sit, telling you, so that you can be encouraged in your own faith, too.
I wake up today abundantly aware of the fact that every breath He's given me is one that I literally do NOT deserve, and yet, I live.
That's some seriously powerful stuff, if you ask me.
When counting miracles, the way He's shown Himself mighty to save and redeem, to heal and guide and inspire, I can't count the miracles because there are just way too many! Praise God!
Walk in grace and victory today; I love you, but MAN does He love you so, so, SO much more!
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