a response
 
last night as i was putting some t-shirts away in my closet, and just as i kneeled down to the lowest shelf i heard that distinct sound of something not right, and slightly dangerous about to happen. sure enough before i could move out of the way every thing from the six shelves behind me fell upon my head and back. if it was just clothes that would have been different but of course i have packed boxes of beads, books, paper, craft machines, and a great variety of other randomness upon those shelves.  i sat there, unable to stop the beating, and created a plan to dig myself out once it all ended.  
 
        when i have moments like last night i always ask the Lord Why? what i am i to learn from this? how is this possibly for my good? God promises that He is working through ALL things for the GOOD of his people so this must be for my good. but in reality i had a headache and my back hurt and i’m tired because my relaxing evening turned into a reconstruction project.
 
        this morning as i was reading in Acts a phrase stood out to me: “and as a result, many people believed in the Lord” (Acts 9: 42b) this phrase is repeated throughout scripture. Where there is a story of the power of God at work, that story is ends with a variation of this phrase. People saw the power of God and they respond to it, they responded with belief in God, which tells me that they recognized the work of his hand.
 
    life demands a response. this response always moves you in a direction, that direction is either towards your goal or away from your goal. if you choose to sit where you are, the current will take you where it wants you to go! and i have learned from life, that the current often flows in a direction is i don’t want to go!
 
    I had to respond to being buried by my own collection of stuff. no response would have set me back in my goals for the night and kept me from my bed which i was longing for.  initially i thought my response would have been anger and tears and ultimately frustration. but being able to choose my response i laughed, and i told God i wasn’t quite sure i believed this mess was for my good. and as i began to clean my eyes were open to the miracle of the mess.
 
    That box of beads that sat on the top shelf had fallen, the lid was sitting on the bottom of the pile of clothes, and the box face down on a plastic lattice shelf on the other side of the closet. Where’s the miracle...that shelf the beads fell through, is the only shelf in the closet that has a drawer attached to the underside of it. (which was now safely holding all the fallen beads.) the box containing the blades to a craft machine was sitting at upright on another shelf, far from my head. Seems to me the mighty hand of God protected me.
 
    so i have come to this conclusion..... if we would look at the everyday moments of life and search for the power of God in those moments and then choose to respond to His power, to His miracles in a way that would progress us towards our goals, then our stories of life would also end with “and as a result, many people believed in the Lord”.  
 
    If there is one thing in my life i have desired above all else it is this.... that the people whom i come in contact with would see the face of God.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Monday, June 11, 2007
life demands a response. this response always moves you in a direction....
....if you choose to sit where you are the current will take you where it wants you to go!