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Tuesday, July 31, 2012

PraiseBreak (reblogged and a teensy-weensy answered prayer)

 Whoever can be trusted with very little can also be trusted with much, and whoever is dishonest with very little will also be dishonest with much.
Luke 16:10 (NIV)


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Saturday, after my run, my ear buds disappeared. While this is no major cause for alarm, I do rely upon my iPod to track and soundtrack my dogwalks, my runs, and occasionally my life. “Legendary loser-of-things, I do not play hide and seek.  Rather, I border on obsessive-compulsion ONLY about putting certain things in their place.” Not this time. I frantically circled the house retracing my steps to no avail. Then I gave up. I do not make myself crazy when things go missing. After my son and I got tired of looking around the house, we offered a prayer. And then I let it go. 

A sermon touched me in church on Sunday. I thanked our Pastor, even admitting that it got a little too close. “Have you ever been in the midst of an intensely personal moment, where a sermon speaks solely to you?” It so moved me that I wrote about it. I published my post, and prepared for my morning run.

I was a little off because I was intending to use my back-up headphones. They were once lux and lovely when I gave them to my beloved as a Christmas gift, but they are a little careworn now, and one side does not play properly, but they stay secure during my workout, and more importantly, I know where they are.

My son was getting the dog ready to leave, and all I needed was to put on some shoes. I reached into my right sneaker and pulled out my much adored red ear buds, not seen since my Saturday run. I smiled at the secret revealed, and uttered a simple “thank you, Lord.” It was particularly poignant that my son was with me when I prayed that I might find them, and by my side when they fell into my fingertips out of my shoe. It immediately occurred to me, “Whoever can be trusted with very little can also be trusted with much…”

I don’t pray for things. I do ask for guidance. I don’t remember my prayer, but I do remember asking that my frustration might be moved, and my eyes might be opened to see, if that was God’s Will. He heard me. (He always hears me.) Perhaps I was of a right, aligned, and obedient spirit, and ready to be reminded…”whoever can be trusted with very little can also be trusted with much…” Thank you, Lord.

Once I professed myself to be a writer, I quickly got over crafting word images for any other reason than the words need somewhere to live and dance. They desire to transform others as they transform me. If they find a receptive audience, that is good. If not, it’s still okay. The doing is the why. I write for an audience of One. I write for God.

Today, my words took an unimagined journey. I’ve participated in a collaborative writing challenge the last month called the Ultimate Blog Challenge. A fellow writer posted this,
what a beautiful piece! Thanks so much for sharing it! I love it and have actually reblogged it! Hope you love what I did with it: UpBeat Spiritual Living: ReBlog from Treat Me To A Feast: Notes From My Abundant Life
God gives us each our own personal set of dots to connect. It's a joyful exploration of His messages! What patterns do you see? This article is reblogged...Enjoy!

I don’t pray for things, or I try very hard not to “shop” in prayer. The truth is, I do not know what’s best, so I say “thank you.” I occasionally ask for guidance. Sometimes, I ask for another perspective to see what I cannot from where I currently stand. He was listening. (He always listens.) Perhaps I was of a right, aligned, and obedient spirit, and ready to be reminded…”whoever can be trusted with very little can also be trusted with much…” Thank you, Lord.

All we need now is a praise break.  Thank you, Father for making me pay attention to little things by reminding me that You do. Thank you for taking words you gave me and tossing them across the Internet them far beyond where I might think they should go…

I will praise you. I will lift my hands and my heart and my limbs and my words to thank You, Lord for the times You’ve allowed me to be empty and transparent, so people might see You here and not me. I’d only get in the way, and it’s never been about me, even if I think this is my blog. It’s always been Yours, and You’ve let me share my knowledge of You in the hope that somebody might read, be still, and know. I know, as I never have before…You are good.

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