I have NOT been posting enough so this is going to be a long one.
So far winter has been full of injury and sickness. Over Thanksgiving break I got strep and had to miss a sleepover with my friend that I had been looking forward to for weeks. I was running in my neighbors basement on Friday and I tripped and sprained my elbow. I got a cold and a sore throat that I am still recovering from, but there is good news in the midst of the bad. During a white elephant gift exchange at my youth group last night, I got a betta fish named Firebolt.
This opened my perspective a bit more. Also, reading my friend, Hannah’s, blog, http://www.lookingforsonshine.wordpress.com, helped me realize two BIG things.
Last night I couldn’t get to sleep because I thought I was going to die. It sounds silly but it makes sense when I explain it.
God is big. He’s great. He’s God. He knows what is going to happen to us and he has a great big plan for us. What scares me though is His plan is a whole lot different than mine. Mine is to live a happy, long life. Maybe His is that I die tomorrow. I thought I was going to have an awesome Thanksgiving and an awesome sleepover but that wasn’t what God had in mind. He wanted me to get strep. But that’s okay. That’s was what was best for me.
Another example: My cousins, aunt, and uncle were going to visit us from New York a while back. I was so excited. We didn’t get to see them very often but I love them. Anyway, my uncle cut his finger with a table saw and couldn’t come. I was completely and utterly devastated. But that week it was rainy and cold and my cousins are boys and they are very much outdoors people. See the connection? This is just proof that God’s plan is so much better than mine, even if I don’t understand it at first.
So that was the first thing I realized. God’s plan is greater than mine. What finally calmed me to sleep was understanding that God loves me and if I need to go home, I need to go home.
The next thing I realized, only just this morning, as I peered down at Firebolt, was the impact of prayer.
I’ve never been very good at praying an actual prayer that isn’t just about me. I don’t really do it on a daily basis, the reason being that God never seems to answer me. But I pray and pray and hope and wish for a pet. As an only child, sometimes I get lonely. God’s perfect timing made it so, a few days before Christmas, I get a betta fish named Firebolt at the most unlikely of places. That is a God thing. I don’t know how long Firebolt may last because like I said, God’s plan is different than mind but I’ve always wanted a betta fish. This is how last night went.
I got to church and realized I didn’t have a white elephant gift. My friend lent me one so I could play. All good. We went, delivered the cards for the shut ins. Done. Then, during the gift exchange I got fuzzy slippers. They got stolen from me and then I ended up with the yellow bag. The yellow bag which the friend, Ashley, who had lent me the gift had told me contained a betta fish in a slushy cup. I opened it and low and behold, Firebolt. He lasted the night.
This is prayer.
I will pray. I will remember to listen to God and His plan. And I challenge you to do the same.
Your sister in Christ,