“Let be and be still, and know (recognize and understand) that I am God. I will be exalted among the nations! I will be exalted in the earth! “
Psalm 46:10, Amplified Bible (AMP)
Well, here it is time to head out to Nicaragua again! It seems like only yesterday that we were there seeing God’s hand at work in a mighty way – yet it’s already been a year! It also seems like yesterday that the stresses of getting ready to go led to a lesson that I desperately needed to learn! Reminisce with me today, as I tell a little story of what happened last year as I was three days out from leaving on mission:
I can’t believe I’m sitting here under a shelter, in the pouring down rain, freezing, waiting for AAA to come unlock my car! On one of the busiest days I’ve had in months, and that’s saying something for this sixty-something crazy woman.
I was out and about, as usual doing 20 things at once. Screeching to a halt in front of Basset furniture store, I tucked my keys in the front pocket of my bag and made a mad dash through basketball sized raindrops with ice crystals to the entrance. Well maybe not basketball sized, but it sure felt that way! With wet hair glued to my head, and entering the door to the designer showroom, I glanced about madly hoping to see THE chair—one to match the 10 year old, gently used one, sitting in my living room. I know. Fat chance of that happening.
Not seeing the chair at first glance, I sprinted up and down the isles—well-to be fair, that’s an exaggeration too since I don’t run unless something is chasing me. But, I did do the elbow walk, you know the one where your heels pound the pavement while your elbows pretend to run.
A very sweet lady by the name of Brenda must have been more than a like-named gal. Seeming to recognize my panic, she walked up to me sweet as pie and said, “What can I help you find?” Lucky for me I knew the name of the classic Basset piece needed to match the one in the living room. “Right this way, she grinned.” She knew she had a live one. And, bless her heart, she did, right on up until I realized I’d have to sell my firstborn to buy it. Understanding my plight she offered to poke around in the computer inventory and see if she could find a suitable mate for the loner sitting in my living room.
After exchanging phone numbers, I high-tailed it out the front door, feeling lucky to have only wasted 10 minutes in hot pursuit of treasure. Fishing for my keys in the front bag pocket , I felt a dull thud in the pit of my stomach and an all too familiar rush of panic. Oh no, not again. Thinking out loud, “I know I put them in the front pocket of my bag…oh no I brought in the wrong bag!” Sitting there on my front seat, as pretty as a daisy, was my handbag, keys poking out of the front zippered pocket.
“What are trying to tell me Lord?”
“Be still and know that I am God …”
“Now? You’ve got to be kidding me …”
Don’t forget to join me on Thursday for the rest of the story!
Your Traveling Partner,
Brenda