Saturday, May 06, 2006
As this night nears an end I find myself flat out beat. We spent the entire day moving my sister's family into their new home in Maineville, Ohio. Though the day was physically exhausting I thoroughly enjoyed sharing in their special day.
As I reflect on this day I have to say that I found myself in frequent communication with God. Not that I have this prayer thing nailed down because I don't. But I'm always striving for more. Today I can actually say that my conversations were frequent and diverse.
There was the moment when I prayed for deliverance when the Jeff Gordon Pepsi machine about killed us all as we attempted to move it from the basement. It took nearly two hours to find success and I'm fairly certain I heard grown men scream like girls when the thing about toppled down the stairs.
There was the moment when I quietly asked God to give me a spirit of contentment. I was so stinkin excited for my sister and her husband but oh how I too would love to build my own home - the new carpet, the fresh paint, the modern floor plan, the cutting edge appliances - it would be nice. It makes a man want to run home and put his house up for sale. God reminded me with a new home comes a new mortgage and from that point on I was fine.
There was the time that I was saddened that my wife Amy wasn't there to share the day with me. To know that we toured the home several months ago when it was just under roof and to know that she would never see the finished product...it brought such a sick feeling. But then God gently reminded me that some day I will have a new home in heaven and just maybe He'll let Amy take me on the grand tour. Oh what a day that will be!
And then there were the many times people rolled through my thoughts and I had a moment to pray for a "life situation" they found themselves in or simply to thank God for what I knew He was doing in there lives - Neil, Scott, Judy, Becky, my dad, just to mention a few that I had the privledge to take to the Father.
I don't know about you, but I'm glad that I serve a God who desires to converse with me continually.
Posted by Chad Doerr at 9:20 PM