Thursday, July 30, 2015

God, How Could You?~

One day, when I least expected it, God used me to answer a prayer. Me! Imagine that. Now, I know God uses each of us, in many ways, on any given day, to be an answer to prayer, but on this day, it was the last thing I would have ever expected God to do.

You see, on this particular day, my thoughts and actions had been anything but pleasing to God. From the moment my alarm had jolted me awake, my grumbling and complaining had started. Before my feet even had a chance to hit the floor, my mouth had started groaning to God about this, and whining to God about that. By the time I made it to the shower, my pity party was in full swing.

I wish I could say a nice hot shower did the trick, and before long I was rejoicing in this new day that the Lord had made, but unfortunately, that wasn’t the case. It seemed the more I moaned, the more I found to moan about. By the time I left for work, I was singing the blues better than B.B. King!

Sadly, it didn’t stop there. The events of the day kept giving me more to complain about. I couldn’t believe what a horrible, rotten, no good day I was having. Then, to top it all off, I found myself sitting in traffic at a railroad crossing. With nothing to do but wait, I began to watch the activity in a store parking lot to my left.

That’s when it happened. I spotted my then 84 year old father-in-law attempting to change a flat tire on his truck. When the way was clear, I maneuvered my way over to where he was parked. As soon as he saw me pull up, a look of relief flooded his face. “Oh, Stacy! I can’t believe it’s you. I just prayed God would send someone to help me and here you are. You are the answer to my prayer!”

Who me??????
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Me?!




God, how could you?




How could you possibly have chosen ME
to be the one to bless this dear man today?



How could I be the answer
to a prayer spoken in desperation,
when my own lips were so desperately
far from you today?



How could you even think to use me
when I have been acting in a way
so undeserving of this honor?



In spite of my thoughts, my actions and my lousy, no good for nothing attitude, God used me. In spite of what I had done and what I had said, God used me. In spite of who I am, God used me. But why? Why would He choose to do that?


Because, it’s not about me….it’s about HIM.


If you only look at us, you might well miss the brightness.
 We carry this precious Message around in the unadorned clay pots of our ordinary lives. 
That’s to prevent anyone from confusing God’s incomparable power with us. 
As it is, there’s not much chance of that.
 You know for yourselves that we’re not much to look at. 
~2 Corinthians 4:7 The Message


The sad truth is, even on a “good day”, when my words and my thoughts bring a smile to my Father’s face, the only good in me, is still HIM. Who I am is simply a vessel that, amazingly, God chooses to work through to touch others with His love, and in this case, His provision.


I phoned my husband, and soon, my father-in-law and I were each back on the road again and headed back into the rest of our day. As I drove, I bowed my heart before the Lover of my soul. Through words of confession and repentance, mingled with tears of shame and regret, I felt God’s unconditional love flood my heart.


I was chosen to be someone’s answer to prayer, and yet I couldn’t help believing that God has used this encounter to answer a prayer of my own. Just like my father-in-law, I needed my God to rescue me. Depression was sucking the life out of my day and out of my heart, yet before I had even sought the Lord for a way of escape from this cruel prison, He had answered.


God, how could you? How could you be so beautiful to me?


As I continued my day, I found myself humming a brand new tune -
a melody of grace, forgiveness and joy!


Why, I could hardly believe the beautiful day I was having!








 
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