“I’ve got a delivery here for Betty Kelly.”
Betty looked up from her computer. There was a man standing in front of her desk, struggling with a big heavy-looking box. He didn’t look comfortable.
“What’s that?” asked Betty.
“A delivery,” the man said. “The tag says it’s from God.”
“You’ve got to be kidding,” Betty replied. She stood up and pointed behind her. There was a pile of equally heavy-looking boxes behind her desk. The boxes were stacked haphazardly; some looked as though they might topple over. She pointed to them. “See these? These are from God, too. How does God expect me to handle another one?”
”Look, lady. I just deliver them. Can I put this one on the pile? Or, can I at least put it down?”
Betty gestured impatiently at the pile and sighed. The man trudged silently to the pile, and delicately hefted her latest delivery to the floor, in front of the right side of the pile. He looked at the stack of boxes and faced her. “This pile looks ready to keel over.”
“Well, like you said, they’re all from God. They represent challenges in my life. That rectangular one in the middle represents my job at the bank. The crumpled square one on the right is my relationship with my parents. The really big one on the lower left is my desire to get married some day.”
”I know the pile is messed up, but I don’t know what to do,” Betty admitted. “I feel called to be a writer. That’s what I’m doing here on the computer. I’m trying to write. But God keeps sending all these challenges into my life and I try to keep them all in balance while trying to fit my writing into it all. Sometimes the challenges stack up neatly. Sometimes they don’t. What written on the one you brought me?”
The delivery man looked at the box he’d just stacked. “It says ‘lose 50 pounds.’”
Betty sighed again and pointed to the burger and milkshake next to her computer. “I figured that delivery would show up sooner or later. Oh, well. I’ll figure out how to make it work. Thanks for bringing it by.” She bent her head to the computer and resumed typing.
The man began to walk away from her desk, but stopped and faced her. “I don’t mean to be nosy, but did you follow the instructions?”
Betty lifted her head. “What instructions?”
He gestured to the pile of packages; pointing to the one he’d just placed on the floor. “Take a look at this,” he told her.
Betty walked over to the packages. Sure enough, each of them had words stamped onto their surfaces. “Handle with prayer,” she said wonderingly. “What is this: a trick?”
“No,” said the delivery man. “You see, I have a similar problem and the same thing happened to me. I didn’t pay attention to the stamp at first, but once I did – and once I followed the directions, it really helped a lot.”
“But if God sent me these challenges, He must have wanted me to handle them. How can prayer help?”
“Speaking from my own experience, I realized God didn’t intend for me to handle my own problems. When I prayed, it gave Him the power to handle them – and that made the difference. Try it.”
Betty figured it couldn’t hurt – and bowed her head for a brief prayer. When she looked up, she saw the pile of boxes had immediately straightened out and become better organized.
“How did that happen?” Betty marveled.
“God is now handling your challenges. Just keep asking Him for help, and it will keep your problems in the correct perspective.”
”Really? Just keep praying about it?”
“It worked for me. You see, I want to be a musician. But I have a job, a family, a mortgage and other things in my life – and not a lot of time to practice or to perform. But when I keep my eyes on Jesus, and let God take control, all those challenges work better – and I have time to play and sing once in a while. It works!”
“Well, I can see that. OK, I’ll keep praying,” Betty said. “Letting God handle my problems sure comes out better than trying to do it myself. Thanks.”
”Don’t mention it. I’m glad to help.”
“You really did help me. You added a little “deliverance” into my day – in more ways than one.”
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