I’m going to attempt to breathe life back into this blog, if nothing else, for me to remember my journey to being His. I believe this journey will be lifelong so I should record my travels and band-aid moments throughout still.
I do want to record the answered prayer….
A few months back I was driving to my chiropractor appointment (I hurt my back at work Sept 9th and was out of work until Oct 13th or so), when I felt the urge to pray. So on my short 7 minute drive, I prayed to be used by God for His Will and for the Holy Spirit to guide me to someone I could help.
I pull into the practice parking lot, 15 minutes early, and see a car with it’s hood up.
I park and get out and as I begin to walk by I think, “I’d offer help but I know nothing about cars.” Then I man comes out from rummaging in his trunk. I then “Definitely will know less then he would know.”
But then I feel the sense that I should offer help so I say: “Excuse me sir, I might not be much help, but is there anything I can do?”
I wait for the “No thanks, I’m all set…..” when he replies: “You don’t happen to have a battery and jumper cables do you?”
If hearts ablaze is a thing, than I ignited into a roaring fire! Just as soon as I finished praying, the Holy Spirit led me to be of assistance….and because God knows everything, He planned it for me to randomly arrive 15 minutes early just so my prayer could be answered!
I respond: “I certainly do!”
I grab the cables, move my car and ten minutes later he was good to go. As his car battery was charging from mine, I briefly shared with him how I was extra early and that God was answering my prayer.
He listens. He knows all, yes, but He listens too. God wants us to call to Him in the good, bad and mundane.
I had such an opportunity in October to call on Him. I went to an event that celebrated loss Mom’s and their babies. I want to worship and honor Ethan. It was beautiful. During the last song, King of my Heart, I was overwhelmed with sorrow. I sobbed for the Mom that I can’t be to my son. But when the refrine came on: “You are good, good….” I raised my eyes and arms to Him and praised Him. Because six years out from my loss, even while enduring it before I was His, I see how He IS GOOD and has been there all along. If He is good when it is sunny in my life, He is still the same when it is stormy and that same is GOOD.
A photographer from Pretty Parachutes happened to capture two great photos. One was of my note to my son and one was of my “Sacrifice of Praise” as I have come to call it.
The photo is below, as well as a link to the song that broke me and restored me that night in October.
Still here, Still His……
King of My Heart video