God in Our Lives.

My grandson, daughter #1 and son-in-law of daughter #2. Xmas 2018.

I’ve been trying to remember to write about life each day and how God has moved in my life. I’ll share a few stories.  Two weeks ago, my sister, who lives in Washington State, told me she was getting more and more tired. She could hardly get out of bed. She does have chronic fatigue syndrome, but she could usually do a few things during the day. She was so discouraged.

We both prayed about it and she discovered it was caused by the antidepressant pills the doctor gave her. As soon as she stopped taking them she had more energy. Also, she told me her back was better since she bought a back exerciser. She said she used to be in terrible pain after putting away groceries; but since she used the exerciser the pain has been small.

So, I would like to thank God for showing my sister what to do to feel better. I’m also very thankful my grandson is still free from heroin and feeling better every month. He has a dog he loves and a mom who stands with him, helping him all she can. I’ve been sending him stories from the Bible and he says he enjoys them. Thank you God for freeing him from heroin!

I listed to a podcast awhile ago. A woman told a story from her life. Everything was going wrong. Her husband couldn’t find a job, she had to work and her baby was sick. She said her mother told her to go to a special evening meeting put on by their church and have a break. She went to the meeting but felt angry and jealous of those around her whom she supposed had happy lives. The musicians were setting up their instruments. All of a sudden, she saw Jesus on the stage. He looked at her and said, “You came! You came!” He hurried off the stage and came to where she was sitting. He was smiling and hugged her and said, “I’m so glad you came.” Then he disappeared.

This touched me deeply. How kind of God to comfort her in this way. And how like him to be happy when we take time to be with him at a meeting or in prayer. I think God, like all of us, is happy when people pay attention to him. I love it when my daughters and grandchildren come to see me. When you think that to look at God is to look at eternal life and eternal love, and he knows that; no wonder it makes him happy!

I’ve been reading 1 Kings and found something so beautiful to me. Jeroboam was an evil king who introduced idol worship to Israel. This kind of worship included sacrificing children to the god to be burned alive. Jeroboam also told the people not to go to Jerusalem to worship God.

God sent a prophet to the king to tell him that in the future, his son would lose the throne and all his family would die. But the Lord made an exception for one of Jeroboam’s sons, a son who was sick. The prophet told him he would die of the sickness but, “All Israel will mourn for him and bury him; for he alone of Jeroboam’s family will come to have a grave because in him there is found something pleasing to the Lord, the God of Israel, in the house of Jeroboam.”

So, the Lord allowed the boy to die in order to save him, I think and to give him a good end compared with the rest of the family who were killed by the sword. This story reminded me of my grandson, Craig and my nephew, Ian. Their lives were full of confusion, sadness and trouble, but I know their hearts pleased God. I know I will see them in heaven.

Get Me Outta Here!

Who Is God?

Someone who cares about where we are in life and what we are doing.

“When I returned to Jerusalem and was praying at the temple, I fell into a trance and saw the Lord speaking to me. ‘Quick!’ he said. ‘Leave Jerusalem immediately, because the people here will not accept your testimony about me.’

“ ‘Lord,’ I replied, ‘these people know that I went from one synagogue to another to imprison and beat those who believe in you. And when the blood of your martyr Stephen was shed, I stood there giving my approval and guarding the clothes of those who were killing him.’

“Then the Lord said to me, ‘Go; I will send you far away to the Gentiles.’ ”

Acts 22:17-21

We don't all get a dream of where God wants us to go, but there are other ways to find out his  will. If you are desperately unhappy with your lot in life - reach out to God. He will show you the way.

Who am I?

I just finished reading, "The Wrong Shade of Yellow," by Margaret Eleanor Leigh. I love the way she writes and I loved her story. The book begins when she has a government job she hates; she calls her workplace "The Ministry of Human Misery."  She writes, "Please get me out of here," I said to God, but God didn't seem to be listening. And then I woke in the surgical ward of Wellington Hospital." She said this wasn't what she'd had in mind, but it was effective. She never returned to her old job. Instead she traveled Europe on a bicycle.

One of my sisters said the same prayer to God. She hated living where she was; but it seemed to her she was stuck. "Get me outta here! she cried. After she prayed, she had to leave that place - there was no choice. She threw away most of her stuff, took off in her van and lived homeless. Her van had a bed already, she just bought a heater, a little stove and toilet. She said to me later, "This is the happiest I've been in my life."

Sometimes I wonder why we stay in situations that make us so unhappy. I guess the answer is fear, plain and simple fear. We fear having no money, starting out all over again at an older age, what the future will hold, etc. So many fears, so we stay in the same job, same house, same life.

God is certainly wonderful to force us to move our butts when we feel immobile. He doesn't say, "Hey, Stupid. Can't you figure this our yourself?"  Nope, he takes the bull by the horns and says, "She/He asked for my help and I'm going to give it. They may not like my methods, but in the end, they will thank me."  And he is right; we thank him. What an amazing God!