A lady writes that she has been upset daily by reports everywhere about the evil that is currently running rampant over our world.
“I found myself depressed often from all the hatred and violence and the lies being told and all the insanity . I went to Christmas shop to lift my spirits with the lights and decorations . As I wandered through the store it seemed I was drawn to a life size Nativity display . As I stared down at the baby Jesus a warm feeling of calmness came over me. I felt as though everything will be all right as I realized Jesus came to us to save us from all the sin and evil. I became aware that He will shine a light on all the evil happening and expose the lies and evil deeds. I prayed ‘Lord . ..thank You. You’ve got this !’
I left feeling relaxed and I smiled with my spirits definitely lifted.”
Thank you Mrs. JT of Lavonia for sharing that beautiful story.
A lady who attends a nearby church recently lost her husband . This grieving widow, sobbing and clutching her husband’s picture, cried out to God ” I just want him to come home!”. She instantly felt a warm peace fill her heart and she heard these words inside her head : “He is home”. Wow! What a comforting hug!
We were told we had to evacuate our home which was surrounded with rapidly rising and turbulent water . Rescuers were waiting in a boat in my front yard but I couldn’t find my cat, Major. He would normally come to my call but he was afraid of the howling wind and I looked everywhere for him to no avail. Finally, the rescuers could wait no longer and we had to leave my precious cat abandoned . I was devastated ! . Two days after the storm, we were allowed back in our homes to assess the damage. With terror in my heart I searched for my kitty and found him huddled in the attic rafters, very much alive, hungry and very happy to see me! A major “hug” for Major and me!!
The other day I was sort of sad and felt out of sorts. I felt kind of ignored and unloved by certain members of my family and I am not one to feel sorry for myself ever. But there it was and , of course, God came to my rescue yet again. I got a call and a surprise visit from my most dearly – loved cousin and a warm hug from both him and also from God. Just what I needed.
I came across this hymn that was written in 1995 and someone posted it on the internet. It is so fitting for these present times, and it is somehow comforting. I consider finding a “hug”.
“Till all the jails are empty
and all the bellies filled;
till no one hurts or steals or lies,
and no more blood is spilled;
till age and race and gender
no longer separate;
till pulpit, press, and politics
are free of greed and hate:
God has work for us to do.
In tenement and mansion,
in factory, farm, and mill,
in boardroom and in billiard-hall,
in wards where time stands still
in classroom, church, and office,
in shops or on the street;
in every place where people thrive
or starve or hide or meet:
God has work for us to do.
By sitting at a bedside
to hold pale trembling hands,
by speaking for the powerless
against unjust demands,
by praying through our doing
and singing though we fear,
by trusting that the seed we sow
will bring God’s harvest near:
God has work for us to do.”
For several days my washer has been in freak mode and doing crazy thing. Dreading the upcoming major expense, I prayed about that washer last night. Today I thought I’d give it one more chance and it worked perfectly through several loads . 😄. Many would speculate about that but I have no doubt where that “hug” came from and I am so grateful.
I woke up this morning to the cheerful songs of the birds . The sky was a cloudless, brilliant blue and a background for tall and lush green trees. A gentle breeze kissed my cheeks as I watched a couple squirrels frolicking in my yard. Thank You , God, for these hugs and good morning.
When mom walks me in the park, sometimes she thanks God for what she calls “hugs”…..like beautiful weather, blue skies and singing birds. She sometimes even thanks Him for me! I guess I should thank him for my hugs too. I can’t say the words but my Creator knows my heart and how grateful I am that He hooked me up with my very loved earthly master who loves and cares for me! Praise to our Heavenly Father from all His creatures great and small! 💖
Once I read that in the early days animals who were to be offered for sacrifice may have actually clamored to be the ones chosen. To be given as a sacrifice to their Creator, the Awesome King of heaven, may have been considered a great honor. What a comforting thought. Very likely they knew whatever they encountered on earth that they would eventually reside in paradise as was intended for them in the first place.