Category: Trusting God

Sometimes life seems upside-down. When we draw closer to God, we begin to learn and trust that He has a plan for us and we can let go of many of life’s anxieties knowing that He has our best interest at heart.

Leave It

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We could learn a lot from our furry companions.
We could learn a lot from our furry companions.

My sister and her family brought their dog, Scout, along on their visit south this summer. She’s actually still a puppy, a very big puppy. She’s some kind of lab mix with lots of energy. My sister did some obedience training with her and she learned to use the command, “Leave it,” when Scout is exhibiting undesirable behavior.

It was really kind of fascinating to watch. When Scout would bark when she wasn’t supposed to, my sister would use the command and she would stop and lie down and relax. When she was chewing on something she wasn’t supposed to, the command would make her stop. When she was doing just about anything she wasn’t supposed to be doing, the command worked.

Sometimes, Scout was reluctant to obey and my sister would have to use a sterner tone, but eventually Scout would comply. Dogs, by their very nature, want to please their master.

We could learn a lot from Scout.

I thought about her interactions with my sister long after they headed back north. I thought about how we would all be better off if we were better at listening to the voice of our Master.

How often does His voice simply say, “Leave it?”

When we are anxious and afraid, “Leave it.”

When we are picking up or participating in something we have no business being a part of, “Leave it.”

When we really want to engage in unnecessary arguments or disagreements, “Leave it.”

When we want to hang on to pain and guilt from our past, “Leave it.”

Sometimes His voice is really quiet and sometimes it’s louder, if He really needs to get our attentions, but “Leave it,” seems to apply to most of the earthly situations in which we want to chase and often entangle ourselves.

Because of Jesus and His sacrifice for us, we are all invited to “Leave it,” at the foot of the cross. Whatever “it” is, is redeemable. God has an amazing way of turning ashes and despair into magnificence that we can hardly even recognize.

But, the key comes from obedience. He will not force His will on us. He doesn’t tell us to “Leave it.” He invites us to. When we willingly comply, the peace and rest and joy are beyond anything we can really imagine.

The choice is ours. Are we willing to “Leave it?”

A dog reminded me of the importance of obedience, trust and faith. Perhaps you needed reminding too.

Have an awesome day!

Wendy 🙂

 

River Wisdom

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You can learn a lot from a river.
You can learn a lot from a river.

On a recent trip with my family, we went tubing on a section of the Chattahoochee River in Helen, Georgia. Notice I said tubing and not rafting. Rafting is fast and kind of wild. It often requires a guide of some sort. You have to wear a life jacket and a helmet. It can be dangerous. That’s a little too much adventure for this gal.

Now, tubing, requires me to sit in an inner tube, with a bottom, and float. That’s it. That’s my idea of an ideal way to spend a few hours on a summer afternoon.

It was kind of crowded and I got separated from my family, so I had a lot of time to reflect. I learned a lot from tubing down that river.

First of all, I had no way to steer, so for the most part, I was at the mercy off the current. When I was getting too close to the bank, I would lean forward and use my arms to frantically paddle back into the main stream.

The banks were kind of scary. There were lots of nooks and crannies for snakes to hide. Every now and then, no matter how hard I tried, I ended up at the banks. Sometimes it was because I was pushed over that way by another tuber. Sometimes it was because the current pushed me that way. Sometimes it was because I wasn’t paying attention.

Whatever the reason, I tried to stay off of the banks. But, sometimes I wound up there.

Life is like that sometimes. No matter how hard we try to stay on course, on the right path, we get knocked off. Sometimes we end up on the banks with the snakes because of our own bad choices. Sometimes we get pushed there by somebody else. Sometimes we end up there through no fault of our own.

But, the beauty of being a Christian is that we never walk alone. We walk with Jesus. Thanks to grace, when we find ourselves on the metaphorical banks, we can pray and paddle and have faith that eventually, we will end up back where we need to be.

The second lesson I learned is that the river was full of people of all ages, shapes, sizes and backgrounds. Yet, we were all headed in the same direction. We often bumped into each other. Sometimes people apologized and smiled and sometimes people acted annoyed. Each reaction was a choice.

We have that same choice in everyday life. If we choose to leave our houses and participate in community of any kind, people will bump into us. Whether they do it on purpose or by accident, our reaction to their action is a choice. We can always choose anger or we can choose to let it go and not to take it personally.

When our eyes are set on God, what people do, no longer matters as much.

The final thing that stayed with me, was the opportunity to help others, is always close. I witnessed a little boy fall off of his tube. He was tethered to his brother and he was wearing a life jacket. He was not in any real danger, but he was panicked.

I had the choice to paddle over and offer help or to float on by. I felt led to help and so I did.

I wonder how often I miss that call. How often I’m I focused on my own journey, my own plans and miss the call to help others. That day, I was quiet and watchful. How many times am I self-consumed?

I left that river a little wiser. I was reminded of the importance of faith, focus, and loving our neighbors. Perhaps you needed reminding too.

Have an awesome day!

Wendy 🙂

 

The Amazing Power of Prayer

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Christians should always remember the powerful weapon we have in prayer.
Christians should always remember the powerful weapon we have in prayer.

On July the 4th, my family invited my sister and her kids, and my mom, over to our house. The plan was for us to head out around 6:30 to a park in town where there was music and food, including ice cream, and then a fireworks show.

We were all excited. Who doesn’t love fireworks? We had been loading up our cars for a while. There were several coolers to pack and we kept going back into the house for “one more thing.” Then there was the discussion of who was going to ride where. My young nephews always want my teenage son to ride in their car.

Needless to say, we were running later than we planned.

At last, we were ready to go, when my hubby grabbed my arm and pointed at the house across the street. He said that something was wrong with our neighbor. He had seen her throw her arms into the air and run back towards her house. I thought he was overreacting.

Then her car came tearing out of her driveway and she turned around erratically and flew back into her driveway. I became worried at that point. She’s a widow and she’s older. She’s very careful with all that she does. Something wasn’t right.

I began running toward her house. As I reached her car, she rolled down her window and yelled that there was a snake in her driveway and she went flying back out again.

She was trying to run over it with her car. Unfortunately, she missed it. I could see it. It was a very large copperhead, around three feet long and very wide. Apparently, she had hit it at one point, because it was stunned, but not dead. I yelled for my hubby to get a hoe from our house and he killed the snake.

At this point my own kids had come over to see what the commotion was. Then my mom and my sister and her kids came over to see the large, dead copperhead.

My sweet neighbor was very grateful. We were all a little nervous at the fact that the very large snake was in her driveway, right next to were she walks her puppy everyday. Had the snake stalked her puppy?

After my hubby removed the snake from her driveway, we said our goodbyes and were on our way, a little later than planned, but with quite a story.

It wasn’t until later, that my daughter shared with me that our neighbor told her that she got in her car after she saw that snake and prayed that God would help her and that when we came, we were an answer to her prayer.

My eyes filled with tears. I’m a big believer in the power of prayer and I share those thoughts with my children often. Yet, I’m always amazed at how God steps in and shows Himself through other people, helping to grow my children’s faith a little at the time.

If we had left our house five minutes earlier, we wouldn’t have been able to help my neighbor and she would have been in danger, but God knew that she would need our help and I’ve no doubt, each “one little thing,” was by design, His design.

I am reminded at how perfect His timing is, even when we don’t understand and I stand in awe, as always, by the power of prayer. A snake reminded me. Perhaps you needed reminding today.

Have an awesome day!

Wendy 🙂

Peace in the Thunder

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Sometimes peace like a river requires faith in the thunder.
Sometimes peace like a river requires faith in the thunder.

On a recent tubing trip with my family, we were delayed on a bus, by a thunderstorm. For over an hour, the storm raged and then let up. We were told to get off the bus and then right back on, two different times. There were people who demanded to be taken back to their cars and the driver obliged.

We waited patiently.

At last, the rain stopped. The sun came out and we got the all clear.

I got my tube and dashed to the water as quickly as I could, hoping for some space between me and some of the loud occupants of the bus. I floated for a few minutes, so grateful that we had waited out the storm.

We had followed the rules. We had been patient and the cool, refreshing water was our reward. Yes, we had passed whatever test that had been placed before us and we were in for smooth sailing. All of the tubers around me were laughing and enjoying themselves.

Life seemed just about perfect for a time.

When I had floated for fifteen minutes or so, a booming thunder-clap pierced the air. Now, everybody knows that you get out of the water, the minute you hear thunder. My mama always made us get out of the pool immediately when we heard thunder and just a week before, my sister and I had made our own kids do the same.

The problem was, I was in the middle of a river on a tube. Where was I going to go? Under a tree? There were no good options, so I prayed.

I prayed that God would keep me and my family safe as we were in the worst possible place to be during a thunderstorm. We had followed all of the rules. We had waited patiently. Why were we being subjected to danger?

Life sometimes turns out that way. We sometimes find ourselves in danger of some sort that we did nothing to cause.

But, as I said my prayer, I was filled with peace. I mean seriously, if God was ready to call me home, there wasn’t much I could do about it. I had in fact, followed the rules. I hadn’t acted foolishly. Was there anything that could possibly be gained by my worry?

The answer of course, was “no.” My life is always in God’s hands; being on a river on a tube, with thunder, just happened to make that fact incredibly clear at that moment.

The Bible often tells us not to worry or to be afraid. “Don’t worry about anything; instead pray about everything. Tell God what you need and thank him for all he has done. Then you will experience God’s peace, which exceeds anything we can understand. His peace will guard your hearts and minds as you live in Christ Jesus.” Philippians 4:6-7

The rest of my float was uneventful and quiet. There was no more thunder and the sun continued to shine.

I thought about that thunder in the days that followed. I thought about how I was initially struck with fear and how prayer had filled me with peace. I thought about how my life truly is in God’s hands and that His plan for me is always good.

The same is true for you. A loud clap of thunder reminded me. Perhaps you needed reminding too.

Have an awesome day!

Wendy 🙂

Waiting on the Bus

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Sometimes we have to have faith that God has us where we are at this moment for a reason.
Sometimes we have to have faith that God has us where we are at this moment for a reason.

My family and I went tubing recently in Helen, Georgia. There’s a stretch of the Chattahoochee River that runs through that little town that is a tuber’s paradise. It’s kind of like a lazy river that God made.

We have been many times through the years. When our kids were little, my hubby would tether one to his tube and I would tether one to mine. This was an impromptu trip and we were all excited. There aren’t many outdoor activities to comfortably do in Georgia in July and tubing is one.

When we arrived, the line was unbelievably long, but we waited patiently. We knew it would be worth it. When we loaded the bus to be transported to the drop off, it began to rain which was no biggie, but then it began to thunder.

Thunder and water don’t mix. Surely the storm would pass quickly.

We waited on the bus for an hour, some of us more patiently than others. Twice we were told to get off, that the storm had passed and twice, it began thundering again and we had to get back on the bus.

There was lots of complaining. The bus was hot and very crowded and kind of smelly, but it gave us shelter and safety. There were people who had exited the river and were standing underneath trees with there tubes. Trees are not a good place to be under, during a thunderstorm.

I was thankful for our hot, crowded bus.

There were some teens on-board who insisted on getting off. They were unwilling to wait out the storm.

But, the storm did eventually pass, as they always do and we were allowed to exit the bus and enter the river.

I thought about that hot, crowded bus as I floated down the cool, refreshing river. I thought about how I would have liked to have been anywhere else at the time, but I also thought about the safety that it provided.

I was reminded of times in my life where I felt like I was confined in a certain place or space when all I wanted to do was to move forward. I thought about how I would spend hours in prayer, pleading with God to move me out of an uncomfortable situation and into something more refreshing and rewarding.

If I’m honest, I have to admit that there have been times that I was like the group of teens who got off the bus before the storm had passed and I insisted on my own way and timing, instead of waiting on God’s. That never turned out very well.

Years of walking with Jesus have taught me that God’s timing is very different that my own. There are times when I’m called to wait in an uncomfortable, cramped, hot space, like that bus. But, like that bus, God has me in that space for a reason, sometimes for my safety. Sometimes there may be storm going on with dangers that I am unaware of, but He knows.

That’s where faith comes in.

I have also learned that when I wait on God to open the door, instead of forcing it open my own way, the ride and the wait are always worth it.

A thunderstorm and a bus reminded me. Perhaps you needed reminding too.

Have an awesome day!

Wendy 🙂

New Chapters

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As our faith grows, we know that Jesus always has our hand, no matter the season.
As our faith grows, we know that Jesus always has our hand, no matter the season.

This is my first post in a month. July was eventful for me, to say the least. My sister came to visit with her three kids, all under the age of eight. We celebrated the 4th of July. My son went to band camp. We had my daughter’s senior pictures taken. We celebrated her seventeenth birthday and I went back to work full-time.

It’s been a roller coaster ride.

For the past seventeen years, I have been a stay-at-home mother and wife. I have been a substitute teacher for the past eight, but that was a very flexible gig.

When I was pregnant with my daughter, I prayed without ceasing, that God would make a way for me to be at home full-time with her. It was something that I desperately wanted to do, but was impossible on paper.

But, as I would learn personally, “Nothing is impossible with God.”

My hubby was offered a new job that paid better and we took a leap of faith. My sweet mother-in-law dropped by from time-to-time with diapers and meals for our freezer. She continued to do so all the way through my son’s birth too. She never told me when she was coming, but she always came with her arms full and she always took us out to lunch and paid for my kids to ride the merry-go-round.

My mama brought diapers too, and formula, and baby clothes. She often took my little ones for the weekend so my hubby and I could have some alone time.

Things were tight, but life was good. God had indeed, provided.

God began to work on me and my faith. I began to read my Bible regularly. I began to teach a Sunday school class. I began to get involved with and then lead Vacation Bible School. I became involved in my kids’ youth group and eventually went on a mission trip with them and then another.

But, when they both started high school, I began to feel called to do something else. I prayed again without ceasing, about the next step. I applied for many different jobs and got more than a few rejections, but my faith had grown to the point that I knew God would let me know what the next chapter would be.

He did. I learned of a position as a bookkeeper at a local elementary school. I interviewed and was offered the job right away. I started a couple of weeks later.

It would be dishonest to say that it’s been easy beginning my new chapter. It’s been exciting and fun doing something new and I’ve met some fabulous people, who I know will become good friends. But, there have been tears too. It’s been exhausting and when my daughter told me she really missed me being at home, I cried myself to sleep.

A Bible study I have been participating in, (which I’m sure is no coincidence), has focused on Ecclesiastes. “For everything there is a season;…. a time to cry and a time to laugh. A time to grieve and a time to dance.” Ecclesiastes 3:4

But, the study also pointed out that on this side of heaven, the seasons often overlap. We can celebrate a Christmas, but mourn that a loved one is no longer with us. We can be thrilled that a child is starting kindergarten, or high school, or going off to college, or getting married, but be sad that our life with them will never be quite the same. We can take a new job, but desperately miss our friends from the old one.

That’s the tension that we live with here on earth. My tender heart is learning to embrace both the laughter and the tears in this season. I can be thankful and sad at the same time. I can be happy and mourn. One is not exclusive of the other and Jesus has my hand, all the way through.

A dear friend asked me if I would continue to write here on Gracefulgaines. My answer was yes. I’m still seeking God in the world around me even though my world is changing, because God never changes.

I’m still hoping to be a reflection of Him here in this space and provide a ray of light to someone who may need it. As long as I’m breathing, God is still at work in me. He is in you too, no matter where you are in your story. Perhaps you needed reminding today.

Have an awesome day!

Wendy 🙂

 

The Master of Preparation

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Prep work may be boring, but it's so very necessary.
Prep work may be boring, but it’s so very necessary.

Last week on our Salkehatchie mission trip, when it the time came to paint Miss Annie’s house, we had to do some prep work. Her front porch was screened and if we didn’t cover the screen with some sort of protection, the brand new paint would have dripped on it and ruined it.

Our best intentions would have caused damage.

Some of the teens got a little impatient with all of the taping and cutting and hanging. It took some time. They just wanted to paint, but those of us who were older and hopefully wiser, insisted that we get the porch covered before we painted. I am happy to report that not one drop of paint got on her screen.

Our painting prep project reminds me about the massive amount of prep work that went into the entire experience last week. I have thought about all of our lunches and dinners that our director Amy, set up for us through different churches, and one town hall. I have thought of the many hands that prepared each meal for complete strangers, simply because we were helping members of their community, members many of them didn’t even know.

I have thought about our breakfast angels who got up at the crack of dawn every morning to prepare and serve us breakfast with a smile. They had to plan for a week’s worth of breakfasts for a lot of people. We wouldn’t have been very productive if they hadn’t done all of the work way ahead of time. A pop tart wouldn’t have kept tummies full for very long. Those ladies did a bunch of prep work.

I have thought of the site leaders who had to plan in advance for the materials we needed to work on the homes. They had them delivered to the work site so we were ready to go on Monday morning. Because of the prep work, the teams were able to immediately get to work and bonds and relationships were quickly formed.

I have thought about the Holy Spirit at work and how each person there was either personally convicted to come or their parents had been convicted to send them. There were a few who didn’t come by choice and didn’t really want to be there. But, by Friday, each one of them said they would be back the next year.

God knew where they needed to be and He prepared their hearts along the way, for something magnificent. They didn’t miss it.

I have thought about my own family and our convoluted story of how we ended up there and how God was preparing three years ago, for my entire family to attend this year.

Our Salkehatchie trip literally takes my breath away when I think about all of the prep work God did through so many people, to make it happen.

Ephesians 2:10 keeps coming to mind. “For we are God’s workmanship, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do.”

God is definitely the Master of preparation. He really does have a plan. I can’t wait to see what He will do next year.

Have an awesome day!

Wendy 🙂

Embracing the Call

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Please pray for us as we embark on a new adventure with Jesus.
Please pray for us as we embark on a new adventure with Jesus.

This week, my family and I are embarking on a new adventure. We are all participating in a Salkehatchie mission camp and as usual, I am amazed as I look back at how God was working to get us there.

A few years ago, at my last church, a family moved into our area from South Carolina. The father in that family, had participated in Salkehatchie for many years and was always more than willing to talk about it. Honestly, I never gave the mission trip idea too much thought. My kids were younger then and I was called to run Vacation Bible school.

A couple of years passed and at the last minute, our youth leader decided that the youth summer mission trip would be to a Salkehatchie work camp. They are all over the state of South Carolina and they had no idea which one they would attend.

In the end, only three teen girls, the youth leader and a college student attended and my daughter’s life was changed forever.

I’ve no doubt, looking back, that it was no coincidence that the place they ended up was a smaller church. Some of the camps have over a hundred kids. This one could only take forty. It was a community. I also have no doubt that God was behind separating my daughter from her two best friends that she took with her, although at the beginning of the week, she was devastated.

She ended up forging beautiful brand new, Christ centered friendships with the people on her work site. She ended up helping to lead praise and worship, playing her guitar. And since she had to actually be the hands and feet of Christ out in the world, she ended up growing her faith.

She came home talking about her experience constantly. If I’m honest, we kind of got tired of hearing about it.

The next year came and she wanted to go, but we had changed churches and no one would commit to go with her. She wanted a buddy. But, those servants of God, at that camp, kept reaching out to us. They would text her and message me on Facebook.

I was willing to go with her, but we hadn’t really saved up for two of us to go. The leadership there was undaunted; they offered to scholarship one of us. I didn’t have a Vacation Bible school to run; I felt perhaps God was calling me to a new ministry.

We both returned talking non-stop about it. I prayed about the money to go the following year and what do you know? God provided.

This year, our entire family is going. I shared here, a few days ago, about how my church’s attempt at VBS this year, didn’t get off the ground and how I was disappointed, but not discouraged. I received so many sweet comments about the passion that others had seen in me for that ministry and how they too, were disappointed for me.

But, last year, at Salkehatchie, those people were shocked that I felt called to work with young children at VBS. They felt like I was definitely called to work with teenagers in service to the community.

And that’s why we have to keep our eyes on Jesus on this journey we call life. It’s not about what we think we want or do best. It’s about embracing wherever He has called us to be and whatever He has called us to do, right now in this season at this moment.

It’s about glorifying God with every little bit of our passions and talent. Sometimes I need reminding. Perhaps you do too.

This week, I will join with other Christians to repair the home of someone who is desperately in need and I won’t be posting, but I can’t wait to share all of the many ways that God will show Himself to us this week.

We appreciate your prayers. Meet you back here soon.

Have an awesome day!

Wendy 🙂

Letting the Creator Create

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Something that many would have considered ugly and useless had become unique and beautiful.
Something that many would have considered ugly and useless has become unique and beautiful.

On a recent trip to Jekyll Island on the Georgia coast, my family visited a place called Driftwood Beach. For the most part, it isn’t really driftwood. It’s actually huge oak trees and some pines that have either been eroded by the ocean or have blown in from storms.

So, it’s a beach littered with many dead trees. There’s nothing exciting or beautiful about dead trees. Right?

But, in this case, the trees have been left alone, untouched by man, and nature has done its work. The wood has been bleached white and dried out by years of sun and salt and the results are stunning.

The surreal landscape makes you want to explore.
The surreal landscape makes you want to explore.

I had never seen anything like it and I couldn’t put my camera down. Every step and turn produced something else that had me mesmerized. Tiny beach creatures had made their homes among the trees. The living readily embraced the tree skeletons.

People get married on that beach around those trees. I am told that photographers from around the world come to photograph them. The light is supposed to be particularly stunning at sunrise.

It amazed me how art had been created by simply letting nature take its course. When man stepped out and let nature step in, uncommon beauty reigned.

I don't think man could ever create art like this.
I don’t think man could ever create art like this.

I thought about Driftwood Beach, long after our trip and I have looked through my pictures dozens of times. They don’t even begin to capture the spirituality of the place. I thought about how our lives often seem littered with a bunch of dead and useless, driftwood type baggage.

I thought about how we often hate that baggage or are ashamed of it and try to do anything to get rid of it on our own. We often fail miserably creating even a bigger mess in the process.

But, what if we gave all of that driftwood, that baggage, to God and let Him do something beautiful with it? What if we placed it at the foot of the cross and asked Him to redeem it? What kind of beautiful things could He create if we only trusted Him?

What if we truly believed that we are loved and treasured and when we repent and ask for forgiveness, not only are we truly forgiven, but our past mistakes can become canvases for God’s grace?

What if we let go of our desire to try to fix things and let the Creator of the universe create beauty among our ashes?

Driftwood Beach is a reminder that He’s a master craftsman. We simply need to surrender and get out of His way.

Perhaps you needed reminding today.

Have an awesome day!

Wendy 🙂

A Message of Light

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It's always amazing how just the smallest amount of light can dispel darkness.
It’s always amazing how just the smallest amount of light can dispel darkness.

A couple of nights ago, I had a restless night. I tossed and turned as my body desperately needed to sleep, but my mind refused to shut down. Maybe that has happened to you?

An opportunity that I had prayed about for a long time, was lying at my feet and while I was excited about it, it would require change. It represented the ending of an era and the turning of a page, all good stuff, mind you.

But, change is hard for this gal. I embrace it as much as I can, but sometimes, well, sometimes I would like for life to just freeze as it is for a while, so I can enjoy it for a little longer.

And so, sleep eluded me as my mind raced backwards and forwards. Intellectually, I knew it was all going to be fine, but my churning stomach told a different tale. When I got up at 4:00 to get a drink of water, I marveled at how dark it was outside, which matched my emotions. At 6:00, I gave up trying to sleep and went downstairs for a cup of coffee.

I pulled out my daily devotion, which at the moment, was in the Book of Acts. The reading was about Pentecost and when the Holy Spirit literally roared into action. It’s exciting stuff. It’s almost easy to forget how distraught those early Christians were at the time.

Jesus had risen from the dead. He was with them again. Good had conquered evil and all was good. The disciples were looking at their happily ever after, the end.

But, Jesus left again. This time He ascended into Heaven for all of them to see. He told them He was going. He told them that He was leaving them for a good reason, so that the Holy Spirit could come. He told them to go to Jerusalem and wait.

A group of around 120 fearfully waited and prayed, just as they were told and the Holy Spirit showed up in a huge way. They were able to speak in different languages and to heal the sick, which never could have happened if they hadn’t embraced change and the unknown, change that was likely painful for them.

The Church was born that day and all Christians have that group of obedient believers to thank.

As I was thinking about that Pentecost, I walked over to my counter to get another cup of coffee and was struck by the sunlight streaming through the trees. It had been so dark when I sat down to read my Bible, yet such a short time later, the light was dispelling the darkness and it was beautiful.

I was reminded of a favorite verse: “This is the message we have heard from him and declare to you: God is light; in him there is no darkness at all.” 1 John 1:5

It was like a little message from Heaven that it was all going to be alright. Sometimes I need reminding that when we put our plans in God’s hands, that will always be the case. Perhaps you needed reminding too.

Have an awesome day!

Wendy 🙂