The title of this post is a subtitle in the book by Mark Batterson With a Lion in a Pit on A Snowy Day. When I read this section of the book I couldn’t help but think about the coming elections here in America. There is a choice between two completely different men with two completely different philosophies. Based on those divergent philosophies, they will lead in completely different directions. One of those directions is the right one, in my opinion, but it is not up to me. I am only one among millions. Batterson tells me, I have to trust God. He knows. I do not. In the upper room after the crucifixion, the faithful gathered. He told them to wait for Him. They spent their time praying (what a concept)…and waiting for Him. They simply couldn’t plan what was about to happen. They couldn’t plan Pentecost.
So today I am thankful
#810 that Max Lucado is leading a non-partisan 40-day prayer thrust before the national elections in the USA. I can’t control the hearts of my countrymen.
#811 Jesus reminded me in my husband’s Sunday sermon that people are only powerful if God allows them to be. Jesus said to Pilate, “You would have no power over me had it not been given to you from above.”
#812 He is a good God.
#813 I don’t have to run the whole universe.
#814 He holds the future and He holds my hand.
#816 God wants me to talk to Him.
#818 for all the young adults who are picking up the call to minister where they are. There is so much need and I just can’t do as much anymore, but I see an army of young, strong men and women stepping up to the plate.
#819 that Sharon and Joan are so patient as I learn my new job.
#820 that my children and grandchildren love to visit and hear about the days when there were no cell phones or computers. They are amazed at how a piece of wax paper can make you super-fast on a sliding board or a blade of grass between your thumbs makes a great kazoo. There is great satisfaction when my son says about a day spent with his children, “Mom, you never run out of things to show them or tell them.”
#821 my son loves board games and has passed that love on to his children. We play and play and play.
#822 you can’t plan Pentecost.
With the Multitudes this Monday,