RidiculousPosted: February 2, 2011
It is ridiculous the way He treats me, it really is.
Kids have been sick with a stomach bug, ear infections, and more. I’ve been trying to keep up on the piles of laundry and the bleaching to keep germs from spreading, fighting off sickness myself.
And through it all, yesterday’s mail sat in the box all night, getting soaked with the rain that’s replaced the snow of late.
This morning I splashed through the puddles in house shoes. I retrieved the soggy mess and flipped through the ads and solicitations.
A hand addressed envelope.
I opened that one first.
I scanned the letter. Jaw drops as something flutters out. A large check. From someone who does not know us but “got our name” from someone else.
Like I said, it is ridiculous the way He treats me.
I go back and re-read the letter. What I find there is even more surprising, the un-mistakable “God print” that speaks of His authorship of this generous gift: Joshua 1:8-9, part of my key passage for 2011.
I get down on my knees and thank Him, awestruck.
Sure, the financial gift is a tremendous blessing. But this scripture? The timeliness of this song? This message piercing my heart from all directions?
A reminder from the hand of God through the pen of a stranger that this is the year of conquest and He is behind me, in front of me, above me and beneath me. He is FOR ME!
Right here, right now. With the rain puddles and the sick babies and the sleepless nights and the pharmacy runs.
Thunder shakes my window pane and I inhale His sound. My heart thumps to His rumble. I hear His heart.
It is ridiculous the way He treats me. Ridiculously Lavish. Ridiculously Good. Ridiculously Loving.