Wednesday, May 30, 2018

Surprised But Not Surprised...


Yowzers...25 days since I've updated here.  So sorry that life just keeps sliding by without documentation. But I'm not surprised.

My usual morning routine is to start the day with kneeling by our couch to pray. Even though I love it, I also have to make myself do it sometimes. The pull of the computer and jumping into the day can be so strong, but I know how much I need that time of prayer, how much it blesses me, and how easy it is to let it slip away if it isn't the FIRST thing in my day.

As a retiree who isn't great about planning and scheduling, when I start my day I'm often not sure exactly what it will hold. But I know God knows, so I ask Him to fulfill His promise to work in me to "will and to do His good pleasure." Some days seem routine, and some, like today, are just downright amazing.

I was expecting a delivery of a donation of 70 cartons of jump rope handles today.  I've been praying about this delivery for several weeks and when I found out it was scheduled for Wednesday I had a few conflicts.  After lots of prayer, though, God cleared my schedule so I could be there for the delivery.  Thunderstorms were predicted today, but they never materialized. God cleared the weather, too.  My husband cleared his schedule to help and the servant-hearted man who drove the truck helped us unload also.  Best of all, God cleared a place for us to store them in an alternate warehouse space.

Right after the delivery I headed out for a 20-mile drive to a thrift store.  By God's grace I got a donation of 188 stuffed animals.  We've been praying for stuffed animals week by week.  Last week we prayed for 500 and God blessed us with 1,150.  This week we've been praying for 750 and with today's haul God's provided a total of 822 already.  We're still about 5,000-6,000 animals behind where we were at this time last year, but God's faithfully bringing them in--two (hundred) by two (hundred).  We need about 20,300 more before September 15th, I think.

I got home to start the animal sorting process and got a text message from a new team member.  She made a previous contact with a local screen printing company about possibly donating some items for our packing party.  Well, it seems she was surprised today when FOUR PALLETS of items were brought to her business.



Wow!  I have no idea what all these boxes hold, but I know they are prayed-for blessings.  My constant prayer is that God will give us all the items we need to adequately fill 30,000 boxes at our packing party and that each one will bless the child who receives it.  It's always a surprise how they come but never a surprise that He provides.  It's going to be fun investigating these!

And...how good is God to allow them to be delivered and stored (at least temporarily) in another space.  Exceedingly, abundantly beyond what I could ask or think.

Then I got another message from a dedicated volunteer who wanted to pick up more boxes of items to work on processing for the packing party.  We agreed to meet before our special church worship service tonight and it was wonderful to see 14 more cases of items moved out to be prepped by hard-working hands.

Which brings us to the close of this amazing day...an evening full of stories of God's work in the lives of people in our church interspersed with crazy-great worship.  It was capped with a challenge and invitation for those who want to see God do something new in their lives.

Me! Me! I want new wine in my life. Jesus, do something fresh in my life...in our team...in our ministry through these simple Operation Christmas Child boxes.  Do something unexpected...something extraordinary...something SURPRISING.

I know You will.  And, really, I won't be surprised. Because You are a God who "makes all things new."

Just do it again.



Saturday, May 5, 2018

Oh How He Loves


I've struggled so much over recent years to understand the height and depth and length and width of God's reckless love for me.  Lately, though, I'm beginning to comprehend just a little more...thanks to this first little grand baby we welcomed four months ago.

Though he lives 100 miles or so away, I've been able to see him at least every two weeks.  Today as we drove the last few miles to this sweet guy's home (well, okay, our daughter and son-in-law live there too) I was amazed by the excitement I felt.

And when I walked through the door and saw his mom carrying him down the hall I could hardly contain my joy.

The beauty of it is...Sam still doesn't really do too much of anything yet.  I mean, he has a killer grin when you can coax it out of him, but he can't tell me he loves me and doesn't give me presents. Mostly he drools and chews on his hand.

That's okay.  Sam doesn't have to do anything at all to earn my love for him. I honestly think I love him more unconditionally than I did my own children.  It's a new and revealing experience for me, and it's given me a clearer revelation of God's love.



Could I dare to believe God loves me the way Jim and I love Sam?  Could it be He adores me and longs just to hold me?  That He, the sovereign God of the universe, waits expectantly to spend time with me?  It's pretty incredible, but I'm starting to believe that in ways I couldn't imagine just a few months ago.  What a gift.

Lately I've been noticing all the special ways God shows me His favor. Because He created me He knows me more intimately than I even know myself. He knows what brings me joy and loves to give me good gifts.

Operation Christmas Child has been one of those good gifts. God knows I love bargain shopping. He understands that I'd honestly rather treasure hunt to find great deals than just receive donations.  So, week by week He gives me the gift of finding those deals.

This week, for example, I had a blast driving from store to store to hunt for the clearance deals. By His grace I got all these pairs of shoes for a penny each.


And all of these items for .25 each...


God's provided 7,000 stuffed animals and we wait expectantly for Him to provide 23,000 more as we pray.  Each one is a gift from His hand...

from our God who loves me (and each child who will receive a shoebox and each one who is still waiting to receive a shoebox) with an incomprehensible love.

Oh, how He loves...