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.
