It's all so subtle
I heard from my wife this evening. Wendi had a charming story to tell me that made me laugh because the story was from Wendi's new world of random. It's not just me; it's not just happening to me and it's all completely random.(?)
I lay here on the bed, typing this blog. As I've said before, I start out in one direction and wind up going someplace I had no idea I was headed. Sometimes I get distracted and go off and do other things before I finish a blog and it'll just kind of sit there until I delete the draft. I figured out that this thing saves drafts on its own so I don't often hit the publish key to save something anymore. I had to tell you that, to tell you this:
I started to talk about laughing. Wendi's story made me laugh. What happened later made me cry tears of joy. I'll get to that in a minute.
Here's my day. I got up, made dutch oven potatoes for a pot luck dinner at work tonight, and sat down and paid on my bills. If I owed you money, today you got a check for something. Everybody got paid except one guy and I'll fix that in the morning. That hasn't happened for a while and I'm happy it's starting to again. I went to the mailbox, and there was something there that meant a whole lot to my mother-in-law. It made her whole Christmas season and I was happy for her.
So, like I said I get this e-mail from the Mrs. and she tells me a story she can tell all y'all if she chooses to. She's got author privileges on the blog. I can tell you this. It made her laugh and it made me laugh, too. Not because it's ha-ha, side splitting funny. It's because it's all so subtle. It's all so random.
Often, I think, we think of our Heavenly Father and how he deals with things out of a tremendous amount of fear. I want to be clear. I love God, with my whole heart, mind, and soul. I also fear God. That's also not a bad thing. The Old Testament is full of many examples of what God can do if provoked. God can and has destroyed everything. Cities like Sodom. He flooded the world and saved Noah. He turned Lot's wife into a pillar of salt because He told them not to look back at the destruction and she did. God made mountains, which are anything but subtle. They are great and wonderful sights to behold.
God also made bumble bees. I read a story once that says some engineers studied the bumble bee and from a solid aviation standpoint these engineers said the bumble bee cannot fly. Only thing was that someone forgot to explain that to the bee. God made hummingbirds. Delicate creatures. The God of the strong, the huge miracle, also is God of the delicate and subtle.
As I said, Wendi's story made me laugh because it made me happy. It's just another in a long list of subtle things that happen all the time. God amazes me! He's so magnificent, so powerful, and yet to put my life in order, it's often little, subtle things, that if I were not paying attention to, I would miss. And as I started to write this, I was thinking about filling my mother-in-law's Christmas stocking. I want you to think about this, because at the end of this, you're going to hear about my Christmas stocking. I always give the sock a dry run to make sure it's properly filled. My Christmas stocking is my favorite tradition. I did this yesterday and forgot about a bag of things I have for it. I remembered the bag of things I had, and as I looked for the bag on Wendi's side of my closet which is where I thought I put it, I found something else.
I'd packed a bag the other day. Something told me I should, just in case I needed to leave town in a hurry for an overnight trip. I don't know why, but it was something I thought I should do. I haven't needed it, but the bag is sitting on the floor in Wendi's closet. I took something out of it the other day and casually tossed the bag back in the closet. I thought maybe I'd tossed this bag on top of another sack of gifts I have for June's stocking. I picked up the travel bag and the sack I was looking for wasn't there. I looked on my side of the closet, found the sack, and went back to Wendi's side of the closet to combine all of the gifts into one sack. That's when I saw it, laying on the floor, where the packed overnight bag had been sitting.
I cleared out Wendi's side of the closet months ago. The only thing in her side of the closet that's hers is the stepstool Not-not used to use to climb up on the bed when it got to be too much of a jump. (Yeah, I know...) And it wasn't there before. There is no reason, no rhyme or reason for what's laying on the floor of Wendi's side of our closet to be there. Not one.
There, lying on the floor, all by itself, is a size nothing baby sock. One baby sock. I didn't put it there. And as far as I know, it wasn't there before. I'm not telling the color. I have a reason and if it works out, I'll let you know.
And, boys and girls, that one thing, that one little sock brought me to tears of joy and drove me to my knees in prayer. God is subtle. God is also magnificent. And I swear to you, much like the can of pumpkin that wasn't there until it was, that sock wasn't there. There's no reason for it to be there. And it wasn't there before.
Praise be to God the Father and his Son, Jesus Christ! God Bless you, dear readers, for taking the time to allow me to share my life with you. I hope you get something out of my Christmas Sock story.
Coop!
I lay here on the bed, typing this blog. As I've said before, I start out in one direction and wind up going someplace I had no idea I was headed. Sometimes I get distracted and go off and do other things before I finish a blog and it'll just kind of sit there until I delete the draft. I figured out that this thing saves drafts on its own so I don't often hit the publish key to save something anymore. I had to tell you that, to tell you this:
I started to talk about laughing. Wendi's story made me laugh. What happened later made me cry tears of joy. I'll get to that in a minute.
Here's my day. I got up, made dutch oven potatoes for a pot luck dinner at work tonight, and sat down and paid on my bills. If I owed you money, today you got a check for something. Everybody got paid except one guy and I'll fix that in the morning. That hasn't happened for a while and I'm happy it's starting to again. I went to the mailbox, and there was something there that meant a whole lot to my mother-in-law. It made her whole Christmas season and I was happy for her.
So, like I said I get this e-mail from the Mrs. and she tells me a story she can tell all y'all if she chooses to. She's got author privileges on the blog. I can tell you this. It made her laugh and it made me laugh, too. Not because it's ha-ha, side splitting funny. It's because it's all so subtle. It's all so random.
Often, I think, we think of our Heavenly Father and how he deals with things out of a tremendous amount of fear. I want to be clear. I love God, with my whole heart, mind, and soul. I also fear God. That's also not a bad thing. The Old Testament is full of many examples of what God can do if provoked. God can and has destroyed everything. Cities like Sodom. He flooded the world and saved Noah. He turned Lot's wife into a pillar of salt because He told them not to look back at the destruction and she did. God made mountains, which are anything but subtle. They are great and wonderful sights to behold.
God also made bumble bees. I read a story once that says some engineers studied the bumble bee and from a solid aviation standpoint these engineers said the bumble bee cannot fly. Only thing was that someone forgot to explain that to the bee. God made hummingbirds. Delicate creatures. The God of the strong, the huge miracle, also is God of the delicate and subtle.
As I said, Wendi's story made me laugh because it made me happy. It's just another in a long list of subtle things that happen all the time. God amazes me! He's so magnificent, so powerful, and yet to put my life in order, it's often little, subtle things, that if I were not paying attention to, I would miss. And as I started to write this, I was thinking about filling my mother-in-law's Christmas stocking. I want you to think about this, because at the end of this, you're going to hear about my Christmas stocking. I always give the sock a dry run to make sure it's properly filled. My Christmas stocking is my favorite tradition. I did this yesterday and forgot about a bag of things I have for it. I remembered the bag of things I had, and as I looked for the bag on Wendi's side of my closet which is where I thought I put it, I found something else.
I'd packed a bag the other day. Something told me I should, just in case I needed to leave town in a hurry for an overnight trip. I don't know why, but it was something I thought I should do. I haven't needed it, but the bag is sitting on the floor in Wendi's closet. I took something out of it the other day and casually tossed the bag back in the closet. I thought maybe I'd tossed this bag on top of another sack of gifts I have for June's stocking. I picked up the travel bag and the sack I was looking for wasn't there. I looked on my side of the closet, found the sack, and went back to Wendi's side of the closet to combine all of the gifts into one sack. That's when I saw it, laying on the floor, where the packed overnight bag had been sitting.
I cleared out Wendi's side of the closet months ago. The only thing in her side of the closet that's hers is the stepstool Not-not used to use to climb up on the bed when it got to be too much of a jump. (Yeah, I know...) And it wasn't there before. There is no reason, no rhyme or reason for what's laying on the floor of Wendi's side of our closet to be there. Not one.
There, lying on the floor, all by itself, is a size nothing baby sock. One baby sock. I didn't put it there. And as far as I know, it wasn't there before. I'm not telling the color. I have a reason and if it works out, I'll let you know.
And, boys and girls, that one thing, that one little sock brought me to tears of joy and drove me to my knees in prayer. God is subtle. God is also magnificent. And I swear to you, much like the can of pumpkin that wasn't there until it was, that sock wasn't there. There's no reason for it to be there. And it wasn't there before.
Praise be to God the Father and his Son, Jesus Christ! God Bless you, dear readers, for taking the time to allow me to share my life with you. I hope you get something out of my Christmas Sock story.
Coop!
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