In all this turmoil, in all this affliction it is wonderful to have those in the Body of Christ who are Christ's hands and feet. Now, please understand that in no way does it mean that if "someone" doesn't minister to you or does something special for you, it means that God is not ever-present, ever-caring for every single one of your needs. All I am saying is that when God chooses to use "someone" and that someone chooses to obey then there are blessings all around (Isaiah 35:3 - Strengthen ye the weak hands, and confirm the feeble knees).
One day, as I sat on my couch - depleted, unable to think or move - the door rang. I thought, "great! who can this be...I don't need this right now." I mustered up strength and went to the door only to find a beautiful sister with this gorgeous box in hand. This sister had absolutely no idea what all was going on. All she knew is that she was supposed to deliver this box to my house and give it to me. This particular ministry is called "The Joy Box Ministry". These beautiful boxes are packed with 7 small gifts with a Scripture on them. You are to open one gift a day for the next seven days. Had I had it my way I was tempted to open this box on the spot and open every single one of those promises. I was so "needy". The thought that this was a special gift for "ME" from the LORD, was beyond my comprehension.
Look inside, isn't it beautiful?
Everyday I would pick up my special gift/promise for that day with such love. Everyday God's special word to me was exactly what I needed for that day. These days were so incredibly hard that I did not have the mindset to sit and read at any length, but God knew. He knew that all I needed was this "tiny, but powerful manna" - just for the day. What an awesome God we serve!!!
On another day I received this beautiful post card. My daughter and I laughed because she said, "Look Mom its hair looks like yours." Actually this little critter looks better than I did when I received it - lol!!!
Another time, I was at the hospital with Mom having had an extremely rough night. Wondering, questioning, maybe even on auto-pilot...as I sat there gazed, watching Mom finally sleeping, my phone rang - I precious sister who moved to another State called me. My goodness, what an incredible comfort! It reminds me of a time I was in Mexico with Mom. We had had an incredible go at it with a few nights with absolutely no rest, nor sleep. When the phone rang, once again the thought came, "I don't want to handle another call." I picked up the phone only to hear the sweet voice of my pastor's wife. She spoke and prayed for me. All I did was cry. At the end of that call, I could barely audible say, "thank you."
2 Corinthians 1:3-5 - Blessed be God, even the Father of our LORD Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies, and the God of all comfort; who comforteth us in all our tribulations, that we may be able to
comfort them which are in any trouble, by the comfort wherewith we ourselves are comforted of God. For as the sufferings of Christ abound in us, so our consolation also aboundeth by Christ.
1 comment:
Leti---your blog has uplifted me more than I can express!
What an encouraging WORD you received! Thank you for passing that on!
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