Sunday, October 12, 2014

Monster Truck Tires and Other Attention Grabbers via Jesus

      My faith falters. A lot. I don't know why. I'm sure God wonders why, too.
      Brandi, I always come through for you. Why don't you trust me to come through for you every single time? Seriously, kid. We've gotta work on this. 
      I love how He talks to me. It's in a way I can understand but always snaps me back to reality. God will speak to you in ways that you understand. He'll sound kinda like your personality. "Why do that," you ask. You are made in His image, aren't you? (Genesis 1:27) If you're His, then don't you have the mind of Christ? (1 Cor. 2:16)  So why would He speak to you in a way that you're not going to comprehend or in which you'll not respond?  Father will use His encouraging conviction and never ending joy in a way that is specifically tailored the core of your being. And when He's quiet, you'll ask why, but in your spirit you'll know why. Just be still. Refocus your attention on Him and His precious presence. It may take a few minutes or even longer. But in the stillness of Father's presence you'll begin to unwrap the gift and purpose of His silence. He's waiting for you to be silent. He has something to tell you, but He wants your undivided attention and will remain totally quiet until He receives it from you. Other times he won't wait for you to be quiet. Instead, He'll throw big, fat, rolling, monster truck tires in your path to get the message across to you . . .  or whatever He may use to get your attention.
      Jordan sent me a message Friday alerting me of impending company for that night. I was thrilled! We love having company over to share in God's blessings, and each time someone comes to visit, be they long or short periods of time, we know we're fulfilling God's call on our lives and this blessing of a house. But my joy was short-lived as that sulfuric enemy barged in with his great financial reminder of our currently less-than-great bank account. Oh, boy . . . my tiny faith really sucks, but what sucks even more is that Satan gouges at it when he's out of ammo. What a piece of crap.
      I received a text from Jordan with a picture of our funds and was none too happy. What are we gonna do? I reminded Jordan that we had to pay bills and buy groceries. While I wanted to have this wonderful family over to eat with us (because that's how we roll here), I didn't know how I was going to feed them all: 2 adults, 4 kids, and a partridge in a pear tree. How was I gonna do this whole service thing when I had nothing to serve? On top of that I had research for a big paper I'm writing, a test, a quiz, and lots of studying to do over the weekend. I couldn't get it all together.
       For the few minutes that lasted between our worry texts, we sat in wait on the other's reply. I surfed Pinterest and talked to God in my head as my brows furrowed, and I felt the dreaded worry wrinkle grow so deep into my skin I just knew my skull and brain would need Botox. Then my finger scrolled and I ran across the following scripture: "Blessed is she who believed that the Lord would fulfill His promises to her!" Luke1:45  I sat there staring at the screen for what seemed like hours as the word believed coursed through my brain like water flowing through channels, attempting to arrive at the sea. It pushed here and there as waves of all I believed were propelled from side to side, knocking down one presupposition after another in effort to bring me the truth. All I could think was Mary totally got pregnant. As a virgin. Elizabeth was as old as dirt and there was no way she was getting knocked up . . . unless she completely believed.
       My phone buzzed and interrupted the river. Jordan was on his way to a customer when he saw Luke 1:37 written on the side of a building so big no one could miss it: "For with God nothing shall be impossible."
      Naturally we shared our obvious word from the Lord with one another. I was at peace, but still unsure of how to "feed the thousands" when during my drive home that afternoon, God spoke clearly: I gave you the house to bless others and Me. Trust me. In your trust, be obedient to Me. I'll take care of the rest. Remember, this is only the beginning, Brandi. 
      Our company was set to come over, and as I cleaned the house Jordan ran to the store for food. He came back with $80.00 worth of meat and sides for dinner. We'd planned to grill out burgers and we hoped against logic that there would be plenty of food. But logic can't explain an elderly woman's promised pregnancy. And logic can't explain a virgin birth.
      After we'd fed all 9 of us, two kids had seconds, two other kids ate 5 personal chip bags, and everyone was completely and miserably stuffed, we still had more than enough food left over to take care of our little family for the next few days. In His faithfulness God didn't break His promise. We're covered.
      Friends, I don't know what's going to happen with our checking account. I have no idea how I'm going to grocery shop for the rest of the groceries for this pay period. I have no idea how we're going to buy the set of tires we need for Jordan's car, or even how we're going to pay for gas. But I don't have to know how because my Father owns the cattle on a thousand hills (Psalm 50:10). He feeds the birds of the air who don't gather and store up their findings in pantries (Matthew 10:26). He clothes the lilies of the field who are more fashionable than a king (10:29). And He feeds thousands with the equivalent of a few tuna cans and some bread (Luke 9:17). Oh, that my faith would remind me of His gracious, giving hand!
      My prayer today, for each of us, whether you're struggling to understand the momentary lack in your finances or not, is that we wouldn't worry. About anything, folks. God will show up when we least expect it, with far more than anything we could have ever imagined. He's still in the miracle business. He's still in the feeding thousands business. And He's still in the blessing business.

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