Monthly Archives: June 2013

God in a Milk Jug


I didn’t write this but love it and had to share!

“A young man had been to Wednesday night Bible Study. The Pastor had shared about listening to God and obeying the Lord’s voice. The young man couldn’t help but wonder, “Does God still speak to people?” After service he went out with some friends for coffee and pie and they discussed the message. Several different ones talked about how God had led them in different ways. It was about ten o’clock when the young man started driving home. Sitting in his car, he just began to pray, “God…If you still speak to people speak to me. I will listen. I will do my best to obey.” As he drove down the main street of his town, he had the strangest thought to stop and buy a gallon of milk. He shook his head and said out loud, “God is that you?” He didn’t get a reply and started on toward home. But again, the thought, buy a gallon of milk. The young man thought about Samuel and how he didn’t recognize the voice of God, and how little Samuel ran to Eli. “Okay, God, in case that is you, I will buy the milk.” It didn’t seem like too hard a test of obedience. He could always use the milk. He stopped and purchased the gallon of milk and started off toward home. As he passed Seventh Street, he again felt the urge, “Turn Down that street.” This is crazy he thought and drove on past the intersection. Again, he felt that he should turn down Seventh Street. At the next intersection, he turned back and headed down Seventh. Half jokingly, he said out loud, “Okay, God, I will”.
He drove several blocks, when suddenly, he felt like he should stop. He pulled over to the curb and looked around. He was in semi commercial area of town. It wasn’t the best but it wasn’t the worst of neighborhoods either. The businesses were closed and most of the houses looked dark like the people were already in bed.
Again, he sensed something, “Go and give the milk to the people in the house across the street.” The young man looked at the house. It was dark and it looked like the people were either gone or they were already asleep. He started to open the door and then sat back in the car seat. “Lord, this is insane. Those people are asleep and if I wake them up, they are going to be mad and I will look stupid.” Again, he felt like he should go and give the milk. Finally, he opened the door, “Okay God, if this is you, I will go to the door and I will give them the milk. If you want me to look like a crazy person, okay. I want to be obedient. I guess that will count for something but if they don’t answer right away, I am out of here.” He walked across the street and rang the bell. He could hear some noise inside. A man’s voice yelled out, “Who is it? What do you want?” Then the door opened before the young man could get away.
The man was standing there in his jeans and T-shirt. He looked like he just got out of bed. He had a strange look on his face and he didn’t seem too happy to have some stranger standing on his doorstep. “What is it?” The young man thrust out the gallon of milk, “Here, I brought this to you.” The man took the milk and rushed down a hallway. Then from down the hall came a woman carrying the milk toward the kitchen. The man was following her holding a baby. The baby was crying. The man had tears streaming down his face.
The man began speaking and half crying, “We were just praying. We had some big bills this month and we ran out of money. We didn’t have any milk for our baby. I was just praying and asking God to show me how to get some milk.”
His wife in the kitchen yelled out, “I ask him to send an Angel with some. Are you an Angel?” The young man reached into his wallet and pulled out all the money he had on him and put in the man’s hand. He turned and walked back toward his car and the tears were streaming down his face. He knew that God still answers prayers. This is so true. Sometimes it’s the simplest things that God asks us to do that cause us, if we are obedient to what He’s asking, to be able to hear. His voice more clear than ever. Please listen, and obey! It will bless you (and the world). Phil 4:13″

Our Emotion Ocean


It turns out that if you give God some time out of your day, He’ll talk to ya. Who knew? I see blessed older women with beautiful well-smiled faces raising their hands out in the imaginary crowd…

I stand, ok, mainly sit, in awe of our God and how He is not only willing, but enthusiastic about talking to US! He gives insight, epiphanies, wisdom, decision-making abilities, all of these for no cost at all. But wait! There’s more! How does He get a word in edgewise if our minds are constantly consumed? And what is it that consumes our minds? I don’t know what it is for you (I can guess, but it’s no fun without you telling me I’m right or wrong.)

For me, it was the TV. So, I turned it off. Seems so simple right? Try it. I’m sure it’s difficult for others (please comment on this post to let me know I’m not alone.) Besides turning it on for awhile for my daughter to watch, it remained off. A deep, dark, black abyss that seemed to speak to me. (ok, I understand that I may be alone in this.) “The remote’s right there. That premiere show you wanted to see is on in 10 minutes. Don’t you wanna see what Paula Deen needs prayer for these days? How will you know who’s going to be the next Food Network star? What ELSE are you going to do tonight?”

Well, I’ll tell ya, big black square: I’m gonna spend some time reading what God wants me to and asking Him some questions instead of just sitting around wondering. I’m gonna delve into that book about the Holy Spirit and getting to know Him as a person and a friend. I’m gonna read and sit and pray and laugh, yes laugh, with God Almighty. (That was oh-so-much more fantastic than getting angry so many times in an hour-long segment at imaginary characters.) TV plays with our emotions. If it didn’t, we wouldn’t be so reluctant to press that OFF button on the remote. We get used to that up…down…up…down…motion of our emotion ocean….sorry, got carried away with the word play. But honestly, don’t we get sucked in? I don’t think we even realize how much we do. Like I said, try it. Tell yourself that you’re not going to watch TV for 3 days and see what happens. Are you distraught? Did you come up with excuses of why that won’t work? Did you lose some sleep? Did you think about the shows (in order) that you’d miss? Did you plan to DVR them so that you could watch them after this “silliness” was over?

Simply put, God misses you. Whether you’re a believer or a beloved who’s strayed, He misses you. Give Him a chance to tell you that instead of checkin’ out who’s cheatin’ who, IF anyone’s bein’ true, who’s havin’ a baby with who and what it’s original, mind-blowing name is, and who’s wearin’ what to which party.

God, we love You today and always. Thanks for bearin’ with us as we sometimes struggle to show it. Clear the way and our minds so that we can focus on You and Your intentions.

The Smell of Rubber and God’s Word


So I needed, and I repeat, needed, time with God…which landed me in this place, the smell of rubber and dust infiltrating my nostrils.

Lately I can’t focus, which everyone explains, ad nauseum, is “normal” under my circumstances. If they only knew how much I detested that word: Normal. Are you normal? Am I normal? Who knows for sure and why do we care? (This is part of the reason I put the ax to my Psychology major. I was driving myself a bit batty.) “These circumstances”, are as follows: 2 kids, both under the age of 2, 1 who has been out of the NICU for almost a month now after a bout with pneumonia at birth and less sleep than I would like as well as a hubby in the same sleep-deprived boat. If you add this formula up, you get a total of “no time for God.” Or maybe no time in our traditional sense. I treasure my time in the mornings with a cup of strong coffee and my Bible, begging God to talk to me and gimme somethin’ really cool that not many people know. (Is that “normal”?) Lately I pick up my phone with its latest version of Youversion, politely reminding me I am now more than a little behind on the plan I chose a few months back.

Leviticus…Bluh…Can’t get into it…can’t work up a care as to what the Old Testament folks were to do with a “compensation offering” or a “peace offering,” let alone what they did when there was a discharge coming from their unmentionables. (How does this apply again, God?)

So here I am God, surrounded by Goodyears and Michelins, waiting to hear from you. I volunteered to come get the tires put on and aligned so that I could spend some time. Just me, You, and the smell of rubber. Fill me up Lord, because all I’m doing these days it seems is pouring out. I’m empty, needing you and fighting to remember that I do. Thank You God for your love, kindness, and reminders of both…wherever they may come to me.

I put the best book in the world down and ponder. Why don’t we have time for God these days? What is it that’s taking The Almighty’s place? I challenge myself and you this week to find what that “time-sucker” might be. The cool thing is we can ask God to show us…to save time. *wink.

Lay It Down


Put down the knife, dear little lamb. The marks on your arms and legs hurt My heart to see. Don’t contemplate swallowing one more pill of destruction. Please do not try to end your life…there is so much more I need for you to see, feel, and experience. I concern Myself with you. There is more. Happiness is not found in money or fame or career. I can show you true joy, an unexplainable, miraculous joy that the world cannot give.
Lay down your tools of harm, those you use on yourself. I have gone to great lengths to show you that I am here and that I will never leave you. Call out to me and I will show you, I promise. This is the truth…put me to the test and accept it as such. I will never let you down. I love you. I care for you. Take a moment to listen to the words that proceed from My mouth and not the words that come from those who wish to harm you. You will never regret it.

Your Loving Father,

My prayers today are for those who have ever contemplated or attempted to take their own life.

Love Allows


God, You are love. We are created in Your image. That means we are love too. Simple. Period. End of story. Oh wait, that means we can’t cuss people out. Love does not utter the words that proceed out of the mouths of characters from R-rated movies. (In my personal opinion, that displays no character at all. I can say that because I used to have a mouth on me that God didn’t exactly smile down on.) We can’t cut people off on the interstate. Love allows others to go first. We can’t complain all the time. Love fills its mind with things that are pure and lovely and noble and good. We can’t want for things we don’t have and others do. Love is not jealous and look on others’ things with envy. Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!! We don’t even know why we’re hurrying, but we know we must! Get it done, get it over with, hurry!! Nope, love is patient.
We cannot allow others or the enemy to dictate or determine what we do or how we do things, how we go about our day. We are believers and we are to allow the ALMIGHTY GOD HIMSELF to show us the way. What was that? We are to “allow” Him? That’s one of the most ridiculous things I’ve ever typed. We have the control in this relationship, which is where I sometimes think God may have messed up. *gasp. God does not force His will or His ideas on anyone. We get to choose whether or not He will reign in our lives and if we give Him the reins, He’ll show us how the abundant life is ours for the taking. He promises He will! He does! What more could we possibly ask for? What is more important than letting Him lead us? Getting dinner on the table in 20.54 minutes or less? Getting to work an hour early and staying an hour late? Watching that show where people drop 100 pounds in less than a week or the one where every females sleeps with every male within a 250 mile radius? (God bless you, sweet girl, you’re worth so much more than that.) Nope, nothing. Nothing is more important than time with the Creator. Everything else can wait, until we’ve checked in with Him. Check in to see what He wants for the day, the week, the hour. Thank You God that we’re “allowed” to do just that.