TITLE: Wake Up! Love, God
By Carrie Fen
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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 us what we ask for, doesn’t he? I believe our God is one of Humility and Humor.
My shades were purposely drawn to the upright position, keeping just enough light out, as though you were in a hotel room; however, no matter what time of day it is, it still seems as dark as the night. 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. One would have thought he had just paid admission to a theme park and was 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.
My current situation and crisis in life right now have 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 has been consistent with God hearing me shout out to him my frantic pleas; giving me eyes to see, and EARS TO HEAR. Well, it is my pleasure to announce that our God and Savior listens. He absolutely answers prayer, and he does it just the way He wants. 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 trouble, or when our hearts are desperately seeking answers, that we 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. 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.
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