How could we not feel anything other than that for Him?
How could we not feel anything other than that for Him?
Since we were talking about Ebenezers last week, I wanted to show you the one I’ve been building since I got to Florida.
You know that God gave me the plan for my immediate future in 2010, while I was in Arizona. During the third year that I was in Florida I received Joshua 1:5.
No one will be able to stand against you as long as you live. I will be with you, just as I was with Moses. I will not leave you or forsake you.
I needed that verse in the early years of my life in Florida because I often believed that I was in some kind of wasteland. Even though His plan for me was falling into place exactly as He’d promised. I hadn’t been able to find a job since I’d lost mine in 2008 (and it was now 2013), I was still living in my parent’s house, and I still had doubts that I should be in Florida at all. I mean … maybe what I thought was “God’s Plan” was just something my brain cooked up and not from Him at all.
Getting this scripture brought me to my knees. It is, essentially, three promises in one glorious verse. This ‘gift’ from God came at a time when the devil had been bullying me with severe oppression over my inability to find a job. Furthermore, I wasn’t really hearing from God the way I had in Arizona and thought He had deserted me. The Holy Spirit put me quickly and firmly on the right track with this verse.
All three promises were important. The first “No one will be able to stand against you as long as you live.” gave me greater strength to thwart Satan’s lies. The third, “I will not leave you or forsake you.” reminded me that I wasn’t in a desert and far away from God. But the second part … oh the second part! “I will be with you, just as I was with Moses.” Man, that’s amazing. Do you remember how God was with Moses throughout the early books of the Bible? I can just imagine Joshua hearing this. Since he, too, was with Moses and knew how God interacted with him, did he fall over in awe? I certainly did. God hasn’t disappointed. He has made good on these promises and I knew I needed a stone to remember that He had helped me thus far.
The top stone is the verse God gave me after I’d been diagnosed with cancer and was crying one night to Him about everything in the Plan I’d hadn’t done. It was the last part in the plan and I’d dragged my feet and hemmed and hawed and had started – but had not finished the last phase.
My remorseful plea that lonely night was, “Am I going to die without finishing what you said I would do?” Tears flooding my pillow. That was followed by “I’m sorry, Lord.” And then came a fresh round of tears. I was sorry I hadn’t acted faster and now I might not have time to do what He called me to do.
It was the next morning that the Holy Spirit impressed Numbers 23:19 onto my heart:
God is not a man who lies, or a son of man who changes His mind. Does He speak and then not act, or promise and not fulfill?
Upon reading this verse I dissolved into a mass of tears again. But this time they weren’t tears of sorrow. Joy flooded my heart to almost bursting. What relief!
This scripture told me I wasn’t going to die – at least not before I finished His plan for me. It also promised that I would finish it, because God doesn’t lie, change His mind, or not honor His promises. At that moment, those were the sweetest words my wretched heart needed to hear.
Certainly a scripture worthy of an Ebenezer. So I found another stone and wrote the verse address on it. I never want to forget that here, again, was a time when God has helped me thus far.
So, did you think about using some sort of Ebenezer to remember how He has helped you too? I’m dying to know what you’re using. Let me know in the comments!
Something I did a couple years ago.
I keep Him before me always. I will not waver. I will not move to the slightest breeze.
It’s weird … this waiting.
This Neverland of Infinite Possibilities.
Well, no. There really are only two possibilities. Do I still have active cancer or am I back in remission?
And will this be my life going forward? Do I or don’t I? Holding my breath at every doctor’s visit awaiting the word?
I finished radiation treatments three weeks ago but can’t get a PET scan for another five weeks.
In the meantime I wait. Everyone waits.
Like beached sailboats. No water. No movement.
Family. Friends. Everyone on hold.
It’s weird … this waiting.
Last Monday I talked about how happy a pretty bowl of hen-fresh eggs make me. When I awoke Monday morning I realized (too late) that I should have asked you guys what weird thing made you happy. But I didn’t, because sometimes I’m selfish. Well, yes, sometimes I’m selfish, but honestly, I didn’t write that post until late Sunday night and my brain just wasn’t working on all cylinders.
But on Monday morning I wanted to know.
I wanted to know, like my former boyfriend and the curve of the chrome front fender on his Hog, what makes you happy like eggs and front fenders?
Because I truly have never looked at the front fender of any motorcycle the same way again. Maybe your answer will help me see another everyday, ordinary thing in a new way.
That’s really the fun of it.
Hearing what makes each other happy may just open our eyes to all the little joys we miss in this world.
There may be no rhyme or reason for why the thing you’re thinking of sparks happiness, joy, fulfillment, contentment … whatever. It just does. And we’re not here to judge.
Another thing that popped into my mind after the eggs was the scent of ozone in the air after a rain. Ooooo I could smell that odor all day long. It just makes me smile and I have no idea why!
So, in the comments tell us … what one weird, ordinary, everyday thing makes you wildly happy? Feel free to expound if you’d like, or just list the thing. Let me experience that one weird thing through your eyes …
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Farmer’s Markets are fun. As a photographer I adore the bounty of different shapes and colors. As an eater I adore the food. From the fresh greens to the cheeses to the baked goods … man … it must be lunchtime (it is!). Here’s some shots from my last visit. Enjoy your weekend! Felecia
Yesterday I embarrassed myself gushing on about farm fresh eggs and how happy they make me.
Yesterday I also woke up (too late to edit the post) thinking that I should have entitled it “One Weird Thing” and that I’d missed my chance to ask you at the end of it – what one thing made you happy.
So I’m going to do that next Monday. Please be thinking of what one weird thing makes you happy. It may have come to your mind when you read yesterday’s post or it may have just popped into your mind when I asked the question just now but … let’s share.
I think it might be a little bit fascinating.
I dated a guy once who rode a Harley and loved the sight of the front fender when it was clean and polished and gleaming in the sunlight. He tried to explain it to me (the curve, the glint off the chrome …) but where I saw a utilitarian piece of metal, he felt some deeply-rooted satisfaction that gave him joy. The cool thing is that I’ve never looked at the front fender of a Harley in the same, boring, way again.
Like farm-fresh eggs or the curve of a sparkling fender, there may be no rhyme nor reason for why that thing triggers happiness, joy, fulfillment, or contentment in you … and I’m not here to try and figure it out. Hey, I’m loopy for fresh eggs in a bowl, for heaven’s sake! So no explanations will be necessary (unless you’d like to share one) but next Monday I’m going to share one other weird thing that makes me wildly happy and in the comments, I’ll be asking you to share yours too.
Who knows? Hearing what makes each other happy may just open our eyes to all the little joys we take for granted in this world.
I want to experience that thing through your eyes.
There is something inherently beautiful about eggs straight from the farm and fresh from the chicken and I get all sorts of wonky when I have an opportunity to obtain some.
It may stem from growing up in Connecticut where we had farm-fresh eggs available to us within a mile or two in every direction. It felt like a covert operation to drive to a farm, find the table with eggs set upon it, leave a dollar under the rock (it was always a rock), leave a used egg carton if you could, and make off with a carton of this delicious forbidden fruit.
When I was living in Arizona I, quite literally, hunted for the exceptional vessel that would be deemed worthy to hold my eggs. With their blues, browns, ivories, and whites; they became a patchwork art that changed daily with use. This berry bowl made the grade. Is it very weird that padding out to the kitchen after a good night’s sleep and seeing this bowl full of eggs makes me so very happy?
If I know hen-fresh eggs are available somewhere, I’ll go through any sort of hurdle to obtain these beautiful little ovoid shells. Such yummy goodness! Surely, when God was leading the Israelite’s into paradise, He was talking about the land of milk and honey and farm-fresh eggs.
May God bless us all with His abundant provision.