Showing off
Somebody needs this story today. I don't know who you are or how you'll find these words, but I know it's not just about me telling a story. Someone needs to know God shows up, and shows off!
It's a simple story, really, and one that involves a nudging, being a bit lazy, and some circumstances that were not of my doing.
Several months ago, I was given two twin beds. I put one together in the sitting room I put together for my Who (a story I told you last year). The other one was supposed to go in Miss June's room, which is cluttered top to bottom with a collection of her stuff and stuff her daughter abandoned during several moves over the last seven years that Miss June felt the need to rescue. Several of the pieces of said bed are stacked up and being used as shelves (drawers and headboard) and the hardware for that bed is among the missing.
My mom needed a bed for her condo and I told her that she could have the one Miss June wasn't using as a bed but because I couldn't find the hardware for it, I gave the one I put together to her. I don't have guests anyway that aren't Wendi's kids and they can camp out on sofas I have.
To transport said bed last week, I took apart everything but the pedestal, which houses three dresser drawers. I had my roommate help me load that in the truck, not knowing how I was going to get it in my mom's condo when I got there. I was just too lazy to take it apart on my part and there was a little nudging to not worry about taking it apart, I think. At any rate, it wasn't heavy enough that I couldn't carry it a few feet at a time. So off I went.
When I got to my mom's, there was a moving truck there. My mom was getting new next door neighbors and the movers kindly let me use one of their hand trucks to move the bed pedestal! Talk about God showing up and showing off! He knew they were there. I didn't have the first clue.
I needed that. Things have been rough lately. Money has been tight. I have some concerns about how the nightmare of the bankruptcy is going to finish. There were some things going on that became evident last week. Things with my Who are odd, even for us, and in that I knew a few months ago that things were going to get worse before they got better.
They have. And I don't understand it.
Other than understanding that God is still there and there is a reason or many reasons for the things I can't and don't understand. That much I do know.
Faith sometimes isn't easy, but it's essential. And I hope that whoever needed this little story about God showing up at the other end, with just exactly what I needed.
I made a little bit of a mistake earlier this week when a friend offered to help me out with something I needed and I refused the offer. I forget sometimes that God uses others to meet our needs and I didn't let Him help me out this way. That's kind of a message for me. Let ME help you, Dale. That sounds so simple, yet apparently it's something I need to work on. I have to let God do things HIS way, not the way I think He should help me. And I have to be willing to yield my pride to allow Him to do His thing.
Like showing up and showing off with a moving dolly sitting right where I needed it.
Pride is a tricky thing. And I didn't realize it, but I was letting my pride get in the way of letting God do His thing. So, surrender the pride.
Lesson learned.
It's a simple story, really, and one that involves a nudging, being a bit lazy, and some circumstances that were not of my doing.
Several months ago, I was given two twin beds. I put one together in the sitting room I put together for my Who (a story I told you last year). The other one was supposed to go in Miss June's room, which is cluttered top to bottom with a collection of her stuff and stuff her daughter abandoned during several moves over the last seven years that Miss June felt the need to rescue. Several of the pieces of said bed are stacked up and being used as shelves (drawers and headboard) and the hardware for that bed is among the missing.
My mom needed a bed for her condo and I told her that she could have the one Miss June wasn't using as a bed but because I couldn't find the hardware for it, I gave the one I put together to her. I don't have guests anyway that aren't Wendi's kids and they can camp out on sofas I have.
To transport said bed last week, I took apart everything but the pedestal, which houses three dresser drawers. I had my roommate help me load that in the truck, not knowing how I was going to get it in my mom's condo when I got there. I was just too lazy to take it apart on my part and there was a little nudging to not worry about taking it apart, I think. At any rate, it wasn't heavy enough that I couldn't carry it a few feet at a time. So off I went.
When I got to my mom's, there was a moving truck there. My mom was getting new next door neighbors and the movers kindly let me use one of their hand trucks to move the bed pedestal! Talk about God showing up and showing off! He knew they were there. I didn't have the first clue.
I needed that. Things have been rough lately. Money has been tight. I have some concerns about how the nightmare of the bankruptcy is going to finish. There were some things going on that became evident last week. Things with my Who are odd, even for us, and in that I knew a few months ago that things were going to get worse before they got better.
They have. And I don't understand it.
Other than understanding that God is still there and there is a reason or many reasons for the things I can't and don't understand. That much I do know.
Faith sometimes isn't easy, but it's essential. And I hope that whoever needed this little story about God showing up at the other end, with just exactly what I needed.
I made a little bit of a mistake earlier this week when a friend offered to help me out with something I needed and I refused the offer. I forget sometimes that God uses others to meet our needs and I didn't let Him help me out this way. That's kind of a message for me. Let ME help you, Dale. That sounds so simple, yet apparently it's something I need to work on. I have to let God do things HIS way, not the way I think He should help me. And I have to be willing to yield my pride to allow Him to do His thing.
Like showing up and showing off with a moving dolly sitting right where I needed it.
Pride is a tricky thing. And I didn't realize it, but I was letting my pride get in the way of letting God do His thing. So, surrender the pride.
Lesson learned.
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