I have to say I am
more of a believer that things happen for a reason, so when the unthinkable
happened this week and I lost my work keys, I had to ask God why and what he was
hoping to achieve in me by not revealing the keys. I’ve learned some new
things. The people who I thought were most likely to snap and have my guts for
garters were merciful. I did not have to work at defending myself, which is the
thing I think God wanted to show me. I usually am so afraid of what “men” think
of me that I will work tirelessly to justify my position. This time, I made a
huge effort to rest in God and trust him in working out the problem. I still
asked my friends and family for prayer; I still got a huge stress knot in my
belly; I still searched repeatedly in the stupidest of places.
My mind is no longer the steel trap it once was. I can no
longer be 100% sure of what I remember. And I am a tiny step closer to the full
trust God wants from us. Oh for the day when I don’t have to guard things
carefully with a mind that is full of leaky holes like a colander. Maybe things
do happen randomly, but I reckon that God then jumps on the event and says, “Here’s
a lesson for Gracie-Lou.”
And I still don’t know where the keys are!
Here's a little friend who visited my garden - what a cheeky little beauty.
