Downpour


As I sit at my computer, I hear the rumbling of thunder. Rain is coming. I’m recording the evidence of God’s hand in my life. It’s overwhelming when I realize how much He has given me and how often His hand has guided me right to a blessing. My fingers fly across the keyboard as I type of His grace, His goodness, His mercy, His love everlasting. I love Him so. I just can’t seem to get it across in words. He is so good to me. No, really. He is SO GOOD to me! See. Words don’t do it justice. It’s a feeling. It’s getting in a hot shower on a cold day and letting the water run over you. It’s seeing the person you love the first time after thinking something awful happened to them but realizing they are alright. It’s feeling the sun soak through your skin on a warm spring day after a long, cold winter. That is how good God is. It’s raining now, just a slow steady sprinkle. There has been a drought here and the rain is much needed. I continue to type, but am drawn away when I think about the sad thirsty plant by my front door. My mother is always after me to water it. Thunder BOOMS. It’s close. The rain is heavier. That poor plant. I run downstairs and out the front door. I grab it and run out to place it in the rain. It drinks up the first wet drops and quickly becomes full – like me. It’s a downpour.

Carol

Downpour


As I sit at my computer, I hear the rumbling of thunder. Rain is coming. I’m recording the evidence of God’s hand in my life. It’s overwhelming when I realize how much He has given me and how often His hand has guided me right to a blessing. My fingers fly across the keyboard as I type of His grace, His goodness, His mercy, His love everlasting. I love Him so. I just can’t seem to get it across in words. He is so good to me. No, really. He is SO GOOD to me! See. Words don’t do it justice. It’s a feeling. It’s getting in a hot shower on a cold day and letting the water run over you. It’s seeing the person you love the first time after thinking something awful happened to them but realizing they are alright. It’s feeling the sun soak through your skin on a warm spring day after a long, cold winter. That is how good God is. It’s raining now, just a slow steady sprinkle. There has been a drought here and the rain is much needed. I continue to type, but am drawn away when I think about the sad thirsty plant by my front door. My mother is always after me to water it. Thunder BOOMS. It’s close. The rain is heavier. That poor plant. I run downstairs and out the front door. I grab it and run out to place it in the rain. It drinks up the first wet drops and quickly becomes full – like me. It’s a downpour.

Carol

Little Notes from God

I was coming downstairs to get dinner started Tuesday night. My mind was still typing on the computer. Amy and I are getting ready to leave for the Glorieta Christian Writer’s Conference and there is much still to be done. When I walked in the kitchen, I found a note on the counter (see pic). It said “I can do ine theng.” Colin had obviously written it because he signed his name at the top. For those of you who can’t read first-grade writing, it said ‘I can do anything.’

Colin had gotten a new pen that day as a prize for his fundraiser. I’m sure he was just trying it out. It lights up when you write with it. But why write that? Immediately the verse I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me (Phil. 4:13) came to mind. I had been stressing over the long list of things needed to get done before the trip. Was it even possible? When I saw that note, I knew that was the attitude Christ wanted me to adopt. I use the word adopt, because the can-do attitude does not come natural. It didn’t matter how long my list was or how hard the items were, God would take care of it. Did that mean he would help me to complete each thing perfectly all in time? No. It meant he would help me get done the things that were important for Him. Not the things I thought needed to be done. It also meant that God wanted me to stop worrying. He was going to Glorieta with me.

I smiled knowing that I had just gotten a note from God. Colin needed to try out his new pen, and God needed to send a note. How convenient. God can use anyone, even a little boy who can’t really spell. I have been in His presence. Colin ran out the door about that time with his light-up pen in one hand and a light saber in the other never knowing he had just been in the presence of the Lord.

Lord, may I always be on the look-out for little signs from you. Thank you for reminding me that nothing is impossible with you. I can do all things through Christ. Help me to carry that attitude with me wherever I go. Thank you for using a little boy dear to my heart to deliver your message. Amen

ps. Please pray for Amy and I as we travel and both present ideas to publishers. We leave on Tuesday and will be back on Sunday. Also, pray for our families at home as we are gone. Thank you!

Carol