IT’S A GOD THING
Recently I was buying some take out grilled chicken for dinner. The man in front of me ordered a $3.98 fish dinner. The lady serving him put four big fish on a plate, added a big cup of green beans, and cup of rice. His plate overflowed. So jokingly, I said,“you just won the jackpot; that’s the biggest plate I’ve ever seen.” His response was that this happens to him all the time. He added that several years earlier He almost died and when He recovered he began to pray each morning, asking God to take over his day and guide him through it. He claimed every day has moments like this and it all turns out well.
So how do I, do you, respond to those similar moments of unexpected abundance, of synchronicity, of coincidence; of a surrendered life? My wife Blair and I label them, “It’s a God thing!”
Thursday during the Grayson blizzard I was motivated to make a stew for dinner out of the various remnants in the refrigerator, rather than eat them separately as small leftovers. Going to the store was out of the question with 10 inches of snow. The stew turned out well, and in time for dinner, but it was huge. How would we ever eat all this food?
My son David, his wife Toni and our grandson Dylan, had been skiing at Snowshoe. On their way home in the snow in their four-wheel drive Jeep, they called to inform us that the power was out at their Virginia Beach house and could they come to our house? We all enjoyed a grand meal. That was a God thing.
Watch for, “It’s a God thing.”
Jim Bickford
Recently I was buying some take out grilled chicken for dinner. The man in front of me ordered a $3.98 fish dinner. The lady serving him put four big fish on a plate, added a big cup of green beans, and cup of rice. His plate overflowed. So jokingly, I said,“you just won the jackpot; that’s the biggest plate I’ve ever seen.” His response was that this happens to him all the time. He added that several years earlier He almost died and when He recovered he began to pray each morning, asking God to take over his day and guide him through it. He claimed every day has moments like this and it all turns out well.
So how do I, do you, respond to those similar moments of unexpected abundance, of synchronicity, of coincidence; of a surrendered life? My wife Blair and I label them, “It’s a God thing!”
Thursday during the Grayson blizzard I was motivated to make a stew for dinner out of the various remnants in the refrigerator, rather than eat them separately as small leftovers. Going to the store was out of the question with 10 inches of snow. The stew turned out well, and in time for dinner, but it was huge. How would we ever eat all this food?
My son David, his wife Toni and our grandson Dylan, had been skiing at Snowshoe. On their way home in the snow in their four-wheel drive Jeep, they called to inform us that the power was out at their Virginia Beach house and could they come to our house? We all enjoyed a grand meal. That was a God thing.
Watch for, “It’s a God thing.”
Jim Bickford
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