Things hard to explain

I tried this morning to step in my boots. It worked with the left, but on the right my heal got caught so I had to sit down and put the boot on normally. After lacing them up I went to work getting on the tractor and removing the bush hog. As I stopped the tractor I had a strange sensation on top of my left foot like a my muscle twitch or nerve quivered. I had a recent bout with drop foot, so I wondered if this was connected, then I felt it again – strange, but I had an idea. I got off the tractor, took my boot off, turned it over and shook hard, out plopped a five inch long live lizard. As he slowly crawled into the grass, creepiness was replaced by wonder how such a large lizard could have been compacted in my boot for over fifteen minutes as I walked around, before being detected. Scripture says, “a lizard can be caught with the hand, yet it is found in kings’ palaces.” (Proverbs 30:28) Turns out it can also be in one’s boot.

God’s Power in His Children

“Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us,…” (Eph. 3:20) What kind of experiences produce such faith and proclamation as this? Unlimited faith in God’s will and ability is understandable, but that such power is shown and effective in Believers is as radical as anything ever suggested. Until our faith is tested in the furnace of affliction or with the whip of unjust suffering it is uncertain. Nothing of God, His work, His means or His word is uncertain, but we are dust, though collectively built into a habitation for God’s Holy Spirit. We should keep a humble view of ourselves, but try to see the invisible God working behind the scene to accomplish purposes hidden for ages. (Col. 1:15; 1Tim. 1:17; John 5:17; Phil. 2:13; Col. 3:3; Matt. 11:25)

Marveling at God

It takes time to clear your mind of junk, then it takes more time and perhaps effort to begin to listen for Heaven’s song, then upon hearing, it takes time to be still and take in the whole verse. In that blessed hallowed place where His presence is willing to abide we open up to His touch of grace. It might burn like ointment on a wound, except for his grace we are covered in wounds, open sores of our own negligence and willfulness toward evil, not to mention the product of the enemy’s attempts to kill steal and destroy. It may have been his cackling and flashing light that distracted us at the start. For me, I look for something to write down what I’ve heard, even before the second word because I yearn for His voice, memory or presence.   

God uses what the enemy meant for evil for our good. His ways are beyond searching out, things beyond comprehension are normal to Him. He leaves a trail of miracles in His path, at which we marvel and turn to praise and worship Him. “See, it is I who created the blacksmith who fans the coals into flame and forges a weapon fit for its work. And it is I who have created the destroyer to wreak havoc;” (Isaiah 54:16) “He is our father in the sight of God, in whom he believed—the God who gives life to the dead and calls into being things that were not.” (Rom. 4:17)