Thought I’d share a quote from Jeff Foxworthy.
“We sing about God because we believe in him. We are not trying to offend anybody, but the evidence we have seen of Him in our small little lives trumps your opinion about whether or not He exists.”
On Sunday we talked about how we receive communication from God. I think one word that we use to describe that communication is inspiration. Yesterday I was just listening to the radio and I had a moment of “inspiration,” of “understanding” or “enlightenment” about something that pertained to the world I live in. It mostly was just an understanding that meant something for me, but I really appreciate being better able to understand things. What would the world be like if people no longer received “inspiration?” I think relationships would suffer, medical and technological advances would suffer, quality of life would drastically decrease, etc until we literally would have nothing left. One could try to argue that inspiration is just an intellectual event, but we all know that our intellects can be flawed. When is the last time you had a moment of inspiration that left you worse off than before the inspiration, or inspiration that didn’t result in something better than our self? Possibly we drastically underestimate the role that communication with God influences the world we live in.
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Before Christmas my elementary age kids had a short bout with whatever cold thing they picked up at school. Not a big deal and they missed very little school. As soon as school got out Kimber got it again. This time she was a little sicker and we were worried she would miss Christmas due to being so sick so we called and got her a blessing. The next day instead of being better her brother was also sick. By the end of the day it was obvious that it was spreading and we called for more blessings all around. It ended up being a good thing because a few children were showing signs of coming down with the cold, and two more actually needed blessings for other issues, so we did a round for everyone’s “maintenance and prevention.” The next morning everyone felt great and no one was sick at all for Christmas. 🙂 I was so glad we received those prevention blessings.
We have been enjoying a lot of Christmas music around here, and a lot of great music in general. It is unbelievable how much musical talent there is in the world. There are people of all races, ethnicity, religions, and backgrounds who have so much talent to offer. God does not seem to discriminate when it comes to handing out musical gifts, and we all have the opportunity to enjoy it.
(I have been a little disappointed with the exclusively secular “holiday music” played on the radio this year. Anyone else notice that?)
One thing I have learned is that you can only notice the miracles around you when you cultivate an attitude of gratitude for the Lord. Only rarely does he interfere so much that we can see the miracles without looking and being aware that he is helping. Usually he assists in more quiet ways, and only a grateful and humble heart can even see those assists. I have appreciated the time I get to spend most days to sit and be quiet and find that assistance. For Thanksgiving week I hope to focus on things I forget to be thankful for.
Today I am thankful to my Heavenly Father for food. I was sitting down to eat last night and found myself blessing the food like I do every meal. Then I thought, why do I always bless the food? I probably don’t really need divine intervention to assure that it was prepared in a healthy manner. Half of what we eat we know isn’t good for us anyway, so it is not to plead for good health from the food. Occasionally it is with gratitude that we had the resources to purchase the food, but we don’t really experience actual hunger in this country. Most likely I should be praying to remember and recognize that even the food we consume every single day was ultimately provided by our Creator. Personally I have a tendency to be grateful to the people who directly purchased and prepared it. I rarely think about the many steps involved in growing, raising, harvesting, packaging, transporting and retailing what I just ate. I rarely think of everything that has to come together to make it as convenient for me as it really is. And unfortunately, I almost never actually remember to thank God for all the systems that work together in the earth itself so that I can enjoy a variety of wonderful foods, and the privilege I enjoy of living in extreme convenience. So this week I will try to actually mean it when I thank him for the food.
Yesterday I saw God work in a very mysterious way. My middle child needed some help, but he had it in his mind that a specific someone would come and help him in a specific way. He refused to allow anyone else to help. His refusal to let other people help has caused some serious problems both for my son and others involved in the activity. The person that my son wanted to help him was not available, and even if that person suddenly became available, he no longer did that type of work and was not inclined to help anyone else out either. He had been asked before and could no longer do the work properly. We had asked before and he had tried before but could not do what needed to be done. (Vague intentionally. Sorry.)
Yesterday another activity was coming up and my boy had to get the project done. The exact person that he had been hoping for stopped by for a visit, unannounced, and found himself at our home while his vehicle was being repaired with nothing to do. I was a little hesitant to ask for the help because it was so difficult for our visitor. Instead he just stepped right in and went to work in a way I have not seen him work in years. It was as if he had never stopped doing that work, and was able to help my boy out and satisfy the desire my middle child had been holding out for. My boy is very happy, and I don’t know if the visitor was even aware of the impact that his actions had. The fact that he was able to do the work so well was an obvious miracle, but the timing and the arrival to our home were also miracles.