Second Chances…

Yesterday was just a Holy Spirit kind of day for me. I know, some of you are on a much better track than I am. You pray and listen and obey. Somewhere in the listening and obeying, I occasionally get lost. I’d say I’m a prayer, even a pray-without-ceasing kind of gal. But somehow in the listening for His answers I get caught in the “is this from the Lord or am I coming up with this idea on my own?”
Anyway, I occasionally have a day or period of time in my life that God chuckles and says…okay, Michaela…I’m going to slap you over the head with the 2×4…are you listening now?? Of course, I’d prefer skywriting…but that hasn’t happened yet!
So yesterday…was just like any normal Saturday, except…I started my day with this prayer. “Lord, I’ve got a lot of options in front of me. A lot of ideas. I’m pretty happy with where you have me right now, but…do you want me to step out in faith?”
Let me interject, different story…but it all comes together.
Two of the sweetest little urchins (I mean boys) from Wednesday afternoon Kids Club had told me that they were moving at the end of the week. And earlier I had a thought…a God thought. “I should stop by their house, give them a gift, and tell them goodbye. Just to show them love.”
You know how it goes with the obeying…the week slipped away and as I drove by their house on my way to my Saturday appointment, I saw the truck full of household items and thought…”darn it, I should have stopped.”
Well..as my Saturday played out, I was lucky enough to sit right next to a woman I’d never met. We got to talking. We had the same ideas, the stepping out in faith ideas! I even believe maybe we share the same brain! It was so much fun and definitely a direct answer to my morning prayer.
I was feeling pretty joyful. “Thank you, Lord! You’ve sent this soon to be friend…I just know it. You’ve shown me the path you want me to take. I prayed, you answered..and definitely this time I heard!”
Just one more stop on my way home. The gas station. And who do you think was pulling in…my little friends. Three vehicles, loaded to the top. I asked their mom, “are the boys with you?” “Sure, in the red minivan.”
So I grabbed a couple packs of SweetTarts, headed out to the van and said good-bye to my sweet friends.
“Hey boys, I’m going to miss you. Here’s a treat for your long trip. And always remember that God loves you, and keep on loving one another just like you do so well.” Those precious big brown eyes, and the nodding of their heads…I can not tell you how that was my real joy of the day.
And at the end of the day I prayed…”thank you Jesus, for giving me days like today, that I absolutely know your voice and you give me second chances”.
My joy is complete.

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Hi! I'm a mom, wife, grammy, sister, friend at that ALMOST 50 age!! (Okay, since I started this a few years ago...well, add a bit to 49andcounting!) How the heck did I get here so fast?!? I love, love, love- my girls, antiques, rural America, history, Jesus, junkin,the lake and my Big Boy...not particularly in that order. It's about time I change this profile a bit. After a year or living in our 5th wheel in beautiful Pennsylvania, My Big Boy and I are back to the Kansas Prairies. And there's just nothing like "Home Sweet Home". Hitting the Big 50 has its own unique, well...let's say...blessings :) So come along, laugh with me...cry with me...praise God with me...and let's do this 49andcounting thing, together!
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2 Responses to Second Chances…

  1. Desiray says:

    He is truly a God of second chances…

  2. Pingback: Second Chances… | USNA1977's Blog

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