College Station, TX USA
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A Visitor

Seeking Justice. Loving Mercy Walking humbly with my God. Micah 6:8

A Visitor

Its been an incredibly rough week.  On Wednesday our cat Onyx was hit and killed by a car. I’m one of those people who kind of made light about pet death, but oh goodness how the Lord has changed me!  She was my son’s cat, but my therapy cat. She woke me up every morning and greeted me in the driveway when I returned, she sat on my lap during my morning devotions and cried at the door to go chase a loud bird…she was very much a part of my everyday.  She is greatly missed.  We are grieving.  Please continue to pray for all of us.

On a different note…two nights ago I had just climbed into bed when Zahavah and I heard someone talking to our dogs outside.  I asked her to look outside and see, she said, “Momma, someone is in our yard!”  I’m already in bed, mind you…so I holler for Brett to go check it out.  I hear, “Hey little man.”  I instantly change clothes and join them.

He is my children’s age, on a mission.  He is chatty. He has a full set of keys on him, he is by himself. We sit on the front porch waiting for the police to arrive.  He is so full of energy, I talk quickly to keep his mind busy.

How old are you?  5
Where do you live? Over there.
Where is your parents? My mom is asleep
Where do you go to school?  blank stare. I start saying the public school names, and he picked one.
Who is your best friend? He answered…I forgot. (it was a little girl from school)
Who is your teacher? Ms. Fibbs (Bless your heart dear teacher).
What are you doing with those keys? I’m going to steal…I mean borrow a car.
What for? I’m going to Hoopston to see my Grandma.
Hoopston eh?  Thats kinda far away.  He says, “yes, do you know the way?” As he is trying to unlock my husband’s car.

He doesn’t seem to care, he knows what he wants.  He also wants to go to Wal-Mart.  He is five.
It was scary and funny all at the same time.  Praise God his mother finally arrived.  Praise God he was a little bit scared when the police talked with him.  Praise God he entered my backyard.

I think my Father looks at me kinda like I looked at that precious little boy. I think I know what I want, what is best for me, how to get from A to B.  And I go full throttle ahead with my game plan.  The Lord comes along side of me gently asking me questions and I have answers.  And yet…he is patient. He is NOT surprised by my stubborn streak or enthusiasm for life.

I know God’s plan is ALWAYS better than mine.  I can trust his plan for my life, better than my own. All I need to do is be still, wait and listen for the Lord to instruct me.

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