It was the morning of August 16th, 2011. I awoke, feeling as though I had just closed my eyes. This would probably have a considerable amount to do with the fact that the night before, I wrestled and contended to a nauseas headache that kept me awake until around 3:00 a.m. I am now aware than an insurmountable amount of reading, praying, and shouting out tears of grief will bring on such headaches. It was 7:49 am when I was awakened; not by my own free will, as I would have loved nothing more than to hide my face under the covers for the rest of the day.
God has a way of giving me what I ask for. I believe God is one of Humility and Humor.
My shades were purposely drawn to the upright position, keeping just enough light out, as though I were in a hotel room. Out of nowhere I hear the horrendous sound of what sounds like a lawn mower. I mean, who mows the lawn before 8:00 am? Well, I live in the south and let me just say, this was no ordinary lawn mower. This machine was more like a southern man-made device that looked as though it had been pieced together by remnants of a huge John Deer tractor to say the least. I opened the blinds to let enough light in to make sure that what I was indeed hearing wasn’t some colossal machine about to pick up my house and take it away. Sure enough, a young boy, much smaller than this tractor-like lawn mower wasn’t only mowing the yard; but mowing with purpose. I would say he was around 16 years old, headphones on, and it seemed as if he was having the time of his life. It resembled what a child would look like after riding the most thrilling roller coaster ever invented. Needless to say, I was a wee bit agitated, but even more so glued to the window watching him cut grass at 90 mph, pedal to the metal. The mower itself would spring off the ground over the slightest bump, just as the boy’s torso would move to the opposite side of the seat as if he were riding a four wheeler.
I’m not sure he saw me witness this show of events, but what I heard, even louder than this lawn mower, was God.
Being separated from my husband, in whom I love with all my heart, has landed me deep in the Word, and more reliant on my Savior than I’ve ever been before. What’s the old saying? Be careful what you ask for? My entire prayer life these days has been consistent with God hearing me shout out to him my frantic pleas to give me eyes to see, and EARS TO HEAR. Well, it is my pleasure to announce that my precious God and Savior received my prayers. He absolutely answered me and he did it in just the way He wanted. I have prayed earnestly for the Lord to give me a heart to wake up every morning, plant my feet on the floor and give me the mind and spirit, that is disciplined enough to read my Bible every day. It is often felt in times of my trouble, and now when my heart is desperately seeking answers, that I draw closer to God, and I have.
The message I heard on the early, sunny and much amusing morning of August 16th was loud and clear; short and quick, and it served a purpose. The voice and advice I heard was “Get UP! Love, God”. I did a very lengthy study that morning on Isaiah and have now been inspired by its content that I will soon be posting what God had intended for me to read and share with others. I am so honored to be a part of God’s family and it is my intention as an aspiring writer to never stop reading, and to always keep my ears open to listen, so that I may fulfill my God-Purpose call to increase the kingdom of God by using the special gifts and talents he gave me. More importantly, I am learning to keep my dependence on Him all the time, not just in times of trouble. With that being said I would like to give a huge and heartfelt “Thank You” to my Father for waking me up. I love you too.