Don't Miss It!!!!

It seems that my motto these days is: "I'd rather give birth than move".

It feels like a never-ending project. I'm sore, I'm bruised, I'm just to the point of utter exhaustion. And yet, when it feels like I'm to my breaking point. I receive exactly what I need to keep going. Friday, I stopped by the office early on the way to a conference that I was just not in the mood for. As Friday's are typically casual days at the office, my boss commented on my attire (heels and slacks as opposed to shorts or jeans with flip-flops).......when I reminded her that I was enroute to a conference because she had insisted that "someone" had to attend. Her reply was, "you can stay here". What a blessing that simple command was to me at that particular moment. Later, a call from an insurance company with good news(?)

Last Saturday, my "favorite" daughter and I were moving furniture into the new apartment. With the hand truck, we were pretty certain that the two of us could manage the stairs with that huge armoire. At the first landing we found ourselves stuck. I was too exhausted to cry or scream and IT was too heavy to throw over the rail (lol). "Dad, please help me" I said in my heart as I conceded defeat. Just when I thought it was hopeless.....a man on a bicycle rode down our dead-end street.......later, my all too pragmatic girl......asked, "do you think that was an angel?"

The unique,hand-thrown communion cup and plate have graced my kitchen counter for a week, just waiting for a friend or neighbor to say "that's pretty" or "I like that". I would have sent it home with that person. Today, it was still on the counter as I'm finishing up the packing. On the counter was also "the perfect box" for it to be containered (the OTC's hadnt fit.) "I guess that means it's supposed to go with me" I thought. As I closed it into the box........I noticed some black-sharpie handwriting on the flap: "Almost There!" is on the outter flap. "Keep going" it said inside. "Thank you, Dad".
I cried.

The point is this...........If you think that God doesn't talk to you. If you think that he isnt working in your life...............well, my experience is that, more than likely we are just not paying attention. You don't have to be dealing with something "big" to hear him, either. Just look into the face of another one of his kids, sit on the beach, or watch a sunset! We are surrounded by the evidence of His presence. We are encompassed in His love. And YES!!! He wants to talk to you!