It is February. And it is 70 degrees, in Tennessee.
I locked my dog in the garage so I could sit out on the porch alone for awhile..soaking up the warmth. The kids are gone. The Mr. is gone. It is just me…the people in my head, the birds, and the cows. If you don’t know country life…you do not know bliss.
It has been a week of blessings…specifically…answered prayers. Every answered prayer is a miracle but these were not like the dramatic ‘pay-$12.00-per-ticket-to-watch’ miracles. Nobody was physically ill and suddenly received healing. Nobody was starving and suddenly had fish to feed the masses. Nobody asked God for a thunderous roar and lightening struck right down from the sky.
No, these answered prayers were more of the quiet, confirming kind. Where you ask. And then you receive. And you know, that you know, that you know…..God heard and responded to your plea.
It all started last Sunday..when a young someone…unexpectedly told me about an encounter they’d had with God. It was a supernatural thing, no doubt. It was that…kinda unbelievable type of occurrence where the young person had to have a bag full of courage swag, (not of the hot sauce kind) to share it.
I became more aware of the time, my time, and the lack of willingness to put God first in the time He’s given me. I’m always thinking in my mind…”I want THAT kind of experience with the Lord…but I don’t want Him to get too crazy with it so I get scared or look and sound weird.”
Inspired, I led family prayer that night. I was a little bit embarrassed but I figure if that young someone can have a crazy-spiritual experience with the Lord, then I have to be radical too if I want the same thing.
So I asked for a clear financial strategy for our family. And I prayed for our discipline with our tithes to be honored. And I thanked Him for the blessings He bestows upon us, ESPECIALLY the ones we fail to recognize and appreciate Him for. It was a big prayer…a deviance from the normal, “We thank you for this day, please place a hedge of protection around our household, etc.”
A couple of days later, I approached an individual about an opportunity that had been on the table for me for months. Door slammed shut.
At the same time, my husband approached an individual about an opportunity that has been his heart for years. Door cracked open.
And then my husband received a phone call about an opportunity that our family needed. Out of nowhere. Big blessing. And right on time.
I blog about all of that to blog this.
There is no doubt in my mind that God loves me and has plans for my family and me. I sometimes doubt He is aware that I’d like Him to softly drop a planet out of the sky for me once in awhile. You know…just to build my faith and stuff.
The truth is though….God is aware that my flesh is lazy. That I want all of Him but I want Him to be obvious to me….like on billboards and stuff. I want Him to just place Scriptures in my head…like..through osmosis that I can absorb while I’m doing other things and stuff.
But God doesn’t work like that.
He wants to be first. He wants to be pursued. He wants us to talk to Him. And He wants us to work for Him. Listen for Him. Look for Him. Place Him first on the to-do list. He wants us to fervently run after Him more than we do for our paychecks, our families, our hobbies and such.
Was I disappointed my opportunity didn’t work out? No. I was so impressed and thankful for a final closure and peace that I think I did the moonwalk on top of my desk after the conversation was over.
Some of ya’ll will get it.
Matthew 7:7 tells us to, “Ask and it will be given to you; seek, and you will find; knock, and it will be opened to you.”
Hebrews 11:6 says, “And without faith it is impossible to please him, for whoever would draw near to God must believe that he exists and that he rewards those who seek him.”
Pursue God first every day and seek His presence in All things…even the small things.