I woke up this morning thinking of the end of the book of Jeremiah and the first three chapters of Lamentations. It’s not lightweight reading, but in the midst of the tears, Jeremiah says, “God is faithful. His mercies are new every morning.”
Today is Tuesday. On Saturday, I fretted over getting vegetables from my garden to a particular friend before the frost hit. At the post office, I decided to drive across the intersection to his church. They were providing lunch and drinks for believers worshiping Jesus at a nearby park. As I waited for oncoming traffic to move by so I could turn left into a parking spot, I spied his car with him in the driver’s seat! He said he would take the greens and give half to a friend. I thought, the goodness of God! He knew I was concerned about connecting with this friend of mine and my husband.
The next day, the Buffalo Bills played the Baltimore Ravens in a football game in Baltimore, MD. The rainy weather appeared to be making the ball slick. A fumble, an interception, I heard my husband grumbling as the score grew lopsided against the Bills.
I was so buoyed up by the answer to prayer over the vegetables the day before, and my husband works so hard, I asked God if He would bless my husband by letting the Bills win. The Buffalo fans looked discouraged as well, with rain dripping from their rain gear. I believe the score was 3 to 20 when I started praying. I’ve prayed for the Bills to win before, especially last year as they played the AFC champion game against the Kansas City Chiefs. That day, the answer was “no.”
I’m sure my grandson, if he prayed, was praying for the Chiefs to win. On Sunday, my faith was at a higher level, and I prayed a prayer of release as well. “God, in the scheme of things, a football game is not that important. It doesn’t matter if the Bills win. If you would like to bless my husband and other fans, I pray they would prevail. If not, that’s okay.”
God’s Word says He gives us a measure of faith. I felt that boost of belief as I watched the game. They won 23-20!
This morning, pondering the goodness of God and the beauty of His creation, I chose as part of my breakfast a portion of hash brown potatoes with ketchup. Halfway down my esophagus, they got stuck. I can breathe, but it’s uncomfortable and I remind myself not to panic. I tried to ask my husband to pray for me, which he did.
He told me to sit down and I shook my head, no. I went to get a drink and someone stood in the way. I don’t know if I looked distressed, but it’s hard to talk at that point. She said, “I don’t know why I’m standing here, blocking others.”
She moved. I grabbed a drink and all was back to normal. My husband asked, “Does this happen to you often?”
“No.”
Thank God, it’s a rare occurrence. Is God good when all my prayers are answered? “Oh, yes.”
Is God still good when an accident comes my way or an esophagus malfunctions? “Oh, yes.”
These are the kind of questions that Christians ponder. In (Isaiah 1:18, KJV) the Word says, “Come now and let us reason together, saith the Lord: though your sins be as scarlet they shall be as white as snow; though they be red like crimson they shall be as wool.”
Becoming a Christian was the best decision I ever made. I woke up to God’s plan of salvation for all of mankind years ago. How about you?
May God bless you!
