Little Miracles

Today I was praying for God to undo something I potentially may have forgotten to do. I couldn't remember if I did it and probably would never know if I had remembered to do it or not. If I forgot to do it, it would affect many people...not for long...but they would be affected, maybe even confused.

So, I prayed for God to give me a miracle and go before me and go to my past. I prayed that he would do what I may have forgotten to do.

I believe the God that healed me of arthritis and fibromyalgia is the same God that can reverse time and ensure the simple was done completely.

Nothing is too small to take to God, nothing is too insignificant. You don't get three wishes and that's it. The Bible says that if you believe, ask and it shall be given; it never mentions a limit.

I use to think I may be bothering God, or perhaps jumping in front of someone in line that was getting ready to pray about cancer, or divorce, or bankruptcy. There is no line with God. He is almighty, huge, able to perform beyond what our little minds can comprehend.

Take all your burdens to him ... and while you're at it...take all your blessings to him too!

God Knows What To Do With It All

I have so many, more than I can recall in one moment, times that are scary and dark in my life. Yet, how would you know unless you have known me all my life or if I have shared them with you.

I think, why WOULD I share them? They're so messed up. But surely God has a purpose for all of the darkness from my past now that I serve Him.

Maybe, to share is to heal, to heal is to learn, to learn is to teach.

I'm no longer sad about most of the scary and dark moments (there are a few I am still sad about) but I do ponder their existence in what would appear to be my average, ordinary life.

Isn't it amazing that someones life can be made up of so many events and we not ever know them? I wonder about the experiences my friends have lived through that I don't even know about.

When do you lay it out? Who do you lay it out to? It doesn't seem there would ever be anyone in my life that I could tell the beginning forward to current chapter; I figure they would be in disbelief anyway.

I keep writing it all down in my journal as I remember events, people, places, smells, voices, conversations, and all the rest. Maybe someday, it will all come together and make sense as to it's existence. If not, I'm okay with that. God knows what to do with it all . . .

. . . even if I don't.