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The Dry Season…


Someone emailed this story to me, whether it is true or not i am not sure but that is not the reason that I am posting it, I read this story and it brought tears to my eyes, and has a message for everyone if we just take the time to listen.

 

God Bless …

 

NOW THAT’S GOD

It was one of the hottest days of the dry season. We had not seen rain in almost a month. The crops were dying. Cows had stopped giving milk. The creeks and streams were long gone back into the earth. It was a dry season that would bankrupt several farmers before it was through.
Every day, my husband and his brothers would go about the arduous process of trying to get water to the fields. Lately this process had involved taking a truck to the local water rendering plant and filling it up with water. But severe rationing had cut everyone off. If we
Didn’t see some rain soon…we would lose everything. It was on this day that I learned the true lesson of sharing and witnessed the only miracle I have seen with my own eyes. I was in the kitchen making lunch for my husband and his brothers when I saw my
Six-year-old son, Billy, walking toward the woods. He wasn’t walking with the usual carefree abandon of a youth but with a serious purpose. I could only see his back. He was obviously walking with a great effort … trying to be as still as possible. Minutes after he disappeared into the woods, he came running out again, toward the house. I went back to making sandwiches; thinking that whatever task he had been doing was completed. Moments later, however, he was once again walking in that slow purposeful stride toward the woods. This activity went on for an hour: walking carefully to the woods, running back to the house.

Finally I couldn’t take it any longer and I crept out of the house and followed him on his journey (being very careful not to be seen…as he was obviously doing important work and didn’t need his Mommy checking up on him). He was cupping both hands in front of him as he walked, being very careful not to spill the water he held in them … maybe two or three tablespoons were held in his tiny hands. I sneaked close as he went into the woods. Branches and thorns slapped his little face, but he did not try to avoid them. He had a much higher purpose. As I leaned in to spy on him, I saw the most amazing site.

Several large deer loomed in front of him. Billy walked right up to them. I almost screamed for him to get away. A huge buck with elaborate antlers was dangerously close. But the buck did not threaten him…he didn’t even move as Billy knelt down. And I saw a tiny fawn lying on the ground; obviously suffering from dehydration and heat exhaustion, lift its head with great effort to lap up the water cupped in my beautiful boy’s hand. When the water was gone, Billy jumped up to run back to the house and I hid behind a tree.
I followed him back to the house to a spigot to which we had shut off the water. Billy opened it all the way up and a small trickle began to creep out. He knelt there, letting the drip, drip slowly fill up his makeshift “cup,” as the sun beat down on his little back. And it came clear to me: The trouble he had gotten into for playing with the hose the week before. The lecture he had received about the importance of not wasting water. The reason he didn’t ask me to help him. It took almost twenty minutes for the drops to fill his hands. When he stood up and began the trek back, I was there in front of him.

His little eyes just filled with tears. “I’m not wasting,” was all he said. As he began his walk, I joined him…with a small pot of water from the kitchen. I let him tend to the fawn. I stayed away. It was his job. I stood on the edge of the woods watching the most beautiful heart I have ever known working so hard to save another life. As the tears that rolled down my face began to hit the ground, other drops…and more drops…and more suddenly joined them. I looked up at the sky. It was as if God, himself, was weeping with pride.
Some will probably say that this was all just a huge coincidence. Those miracles don’t really exist. That it was bound to rain sometime. And I can’t argue with that… I’m not going to try. All I can say is that the rain that came that day saved our farm…just like the actions of one little boy saved another.
I don’t know if anyone will read this…but I had to send it out. To honor the memory of my beautiful Billy, who was taken from me much too soon… But not before showing me the true face of God, in a little, sunburned body.

Walking in your own shoes.


Your own shoes will be the perfect fit

Your own shoes will be the perfect fit

I have recently started reading a book called “walking in your own shoes” by Robert A. Schuller; I have only just finished reading the dedication, forward, acknowledgments introduction and the first chapter of the book and I must say I think I am going to enjoy this book.

After reading the first chapter I felt the need to do this post, now the thing is that I haven’t gotten to that point where I can fully discern when it is that I am hearing from God or when it is Random thoughts popping into my head, nevertheless I will get there eventually where I am able to tell the difference.

I started house sitting last from last night, I quite enjoy it because I get away for a couple of weeks from my everyday life, those mundane routines and tasks that need to get done every day. Sometime throughout the course of the day yesterday I made the conscious decision that while I was in this house looking after it for the owners I would not switch on the TV, that I would take this time alone to delve a little further into the word of God and to try and strengthen my relationship with him some more, then when I got here I did what I normally do when I get home, kicked off my shoes put the kettle on for coffee, tea or whatever it is at that point that tickles my fancy… then to pick up the TV remote switch it on watch my favourite soapie “7 de Laan” for those of you who do not reside in south Africa 7 de Laan is one of our local TV shows. Anyway last night when I went for the remote I suddenly got this thought in my head, it was quite funny actually it was like someone was telling me “no no no put that remote down … remember the promise you made… step away from the remote”.  Well I put the remote down and drank my coffee then decided to pick the remote up again and switch on the TV but then again as I picked it up… that same thought popped into my head again, so I decided to switch my laptop on, I started off my reading a few of the blogs I follow, but then I felt the need to do the post before this one.

Let me just tell you one thing, I have never been so honest about anything in my entire life, not even to myself, it took a lot out of me, I felt emotionally spent after writing that post. But glad I did. I felt a sense of release.

So this evening as I sit here and write the post I have a small prayer request, I want to walk in my shoes not someone else’s but mine. So let me tell you a bit about my current situation.  Hopefully God will either give me some sort of confirmation or he will give someone reading this post something, some word or scripture or message or something.

I currently work for a company and have been with them for almost a year and a half now, I don’t earn a big salary in fact for the past couple of months things have been really tight, and while the company itself is not the greatest company to work for or the Job I have is not FANTASTIC, some of the people there are amazing people, so let me tell you a bit about them, to my left at the door, is one of the newbie’s… well not necessarily new but he has been there the least amount of time, he also happens to be the youngest, he is the funny one, the one that puts a smile on our faces on a daily basis, when he is stressed out or busy he has his earphones in his ears and listens to music, and says ok time to “Zone” , then at the desk next to me on my left is the “queen in our department” yes I mean the gay one… sometimes he can make you laugh with his antics but sometimes he can also make you angry, he flirts with all the guys and honestly half of them flirt back, but we all know that they are joking and there is no truth to the flirting so to speak, then there is the lady that sits opposite him, she happens to be my bosses sister, while at the best of times we do not get along there are other times where we can have a good conversation, then there is my Boss, in the beginning we got on like a house on fire, but then realised what you see is not what you get, so I distanced myself a bit and stuck to just doing my work, since then I have decided to put all that aside and change the way I thought of her, and we actually get on very well, then there is her Boss who happens to be one of the head honchos so to speak, you would think that all the money he has that it would go to his head but it hasn’t, and I have the utmost respect for him, he truly is one of the coolest bosses I know.

Then as they say save the best for last… J, then there is the man that sits opposite me, I have so much respect for him, he like me has given his life to the Lord, he is a great example and a really good hearted person. He was a key player in me giving my life back to Jesus, he has helped me by speaking of his past experiences, giving me books to read and DVD’s to watch, given me scriptures to read, heck he even bought me a bible, more than anything he has just been someone I could speak to, not everyone understands what it’s like to be a Christian, and it was nice being able to speak with someone who has similar beliefs about Christianity as me. The Lord has amazing things in store for him I just know it, and I don’t consider him a co-worker but instead a friend.

So there you have it, those are my co-workers, while there are many more these guys are the ones I call my work family, we truly are that, when one of us is down the others will all go out of their way to make them feel better, in their own little way they all add value to our little family, the one that makes us laugh, the one that always has medicine for the sick ones J, pain pills he has, flu meds he has, nausea meds he has, not because he is addicted to it but because he likes to be prepared, and let me tell you those meds have come in handy many times.  These people are the reason I am still there, the reason why I have not left this company to find a better paying job.

Then I also have my own business, it is a bridal business which I started almost 2 years ago, it does not make that much money, in fact I have not had an order in a couple of months, but I have had a few good orders, but the business never really took off, even though I spent thousands on this business. I was passionate about it and thought that’s what I was meant to do.

So here is my prayer request, I have a Job that is not great and doesn’t pay well but I have a family there that I have not found at any other company, then there is my business, while I worked hard at it and thought that it was truly what I was meant to be doing, and had every intention of resigning once my business has taken off, I find myself now at a crossroads, you see the more I immerse myself in the word of God the more I strive to be obedient to God the more detached I feel from my business, and feel that I need to close shop so to speak, I need to know what is the right thing in these two areas of my life, do I look for a better paying Job and leave the one I currently have, or do I stay, and do I close my business once and for all or do I continue to work on it and make it work.

I am praying about this but if anyone reading this would like to add to my prayers please feel free to do so, if you have any advice or word from the Lord please share it with me as I am still battling to discern what is from God and what not.

Hope you All have a blessed weekend.