Is there another tree?

In so many cases, I have tried to rely on my own strength. These past few weeks have been no exception. 

I have been waiting for a letter to pop up in my mailbox for a few weeks now, and yesterday it arrived. It wasn't until late last night that I heard that still small voice telling me that I needed to just let it go, and remember Who is ultimately in control. 

In so many ways I try to convince myself that I can do it all by myself, even though half the time I don't even realize I'm telling myself this. It's an odd thought to even try to comprehend, but it's the truth. I just don't center my life around Christ the way I should. So, He throws something my way that forces me to do so. It's not that I wasn't remembering Him, wasn't remember to read His Word or to pray, I just wasn't giving Him all of the burdens I have carried. 

Sometimes, I believe, The Lord gives you trials even when you are "doing everything right." 

I am human. I still make mistakes. I still focus on certain things when I should be focusing more or simply also on others. We all do this. We think that these menial tasks in life will be able to be taken care of by ourselves. Which...is true. I won't lie and say that these things can't be done by us alone. But our Father did not give us His Son so that we could do things on our own. 

Instead, He gave us His Son to walk right beside us, holding our hand, sometimes carrying us along, so that we did not HAVE to do these things alone. 

Have you ever done a simple task, like driving to the store, and realized once you got there that everyone and their brother was driving like maniacs and you could have been hit about three different times? Have you ever been in the store and realized you can't find that one item you desperately need for the birthday meal you'll be cooking for someone? Have you ever needed that venti latte but didn't have that extra $2 for it? Now remember how you got to the store safely. Remember how that little old woman went right to that item you needed and got her's and you just acted like it was nothing to pick up the same item. Remember how you found not $2, but $5 in your jeans. 

See how that works? God knows infinitely ahead of time what we will need to get through our day. 

God knows.

Everything.

This is something that has baffled me and perplexed me for a long time, but ever since my car accident, it has amazed me. Remember how He planted that tree several years ago that saved my life? 

Why shouldn't I believe that He has yet another tree somewhere? 

I could have been Jonah.

Today in church, Pastor McBride said a few things that stuck with me:

• Don't just pray when you are in the midst of the storm. Pray before it even hits.

•  Jonah didn't go into the fish because we were to see Jonah, he went into the fish so we could see his God.

Of course, we all know that we should seek The Lord during a trial, during those times when we are in the "belly of a whale," so to speak (We are in the book of Jonah right now). But what I never seem to remember is the simple fact that I need to seek God before those trials come. 

It's inevitable. We are going to go through things in our life that will cause our hearts to ache, our minds to race, and our bodies to be weak.Since we know this, why don't we just pray ahead of time? Why don't I myself prepare? 

 

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A little blessing:

 

We came to Panera. I went up to buy a drink. The girl at the register said "It's okay. I got it." It was simple, but it was so sweet.

 It's the little things in life that I appreciate the most. 

Angels are real, and I met one.

In my last post, I told you about the accident I had. I mentioned how there was a man, that I could remember his face, his voice. Remember that? 

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I was at work on Wednesday night. I work at Casey's in Catlin, but they are redoing our store, so I was moved to the Westville store. Wednesday was my last night there. We were always busy, but this night, was basically dead. Randomly, though, we had a rush of people, probably about 7-10 people in the store. I was making coffee, and went around, behind the counter, because we needed to use both registers. 

"Can I help who's next?" I looked at this man, feeling a familiarity in his face. 

"Do you recognize me?" he asked. "Your last name is Fester, right?" 

I squinted, brought my hands to my face, and tried figuring out how I knew him. "I'm sorry, I just can't seem to remember you. But I feel like I should." 

"Well, that makes sense." The man looked down, looking sort of disappointed. "I was the person that found you when you had an accident about a month ago." 

My jaw dropped, my eyes widened. 

This couldn't really be happening, right?

"Wh-- Are you serious?!" I felt a smile creeping across my face. His face lit up a little. 

He laughed a little bit, "Yes, that's me."

"Oh my word, what is your name!? I have been trying to figure out who you are ever since my accident!!"

"My name is Greg." 

When he said that, a flash of a memory came back to me. I remember him saying those words while I was in the car. That must have been when I saw his face. 

"I have to hug you!!" 

The other people in the store looked terribly confused, but everything stopped in that moment. I didn't care that I was on the clock. I didn't care that there were several customers. I was talking to the angel that saved my life.

Greg and I talked for the few minutes that it took to pay for his fuel. He filled in some blanks, expressing that he was honestly just happy to see me alive. He showed me a scar that still remains on his arm from running down the hill and shutting my car off. I stood in shock. 

After Greg left, I stared. I couldn't focus on anything. After rushing to finish with the other customers, I stopped, took a breath, and looked at my coworker, Melissa. "I have to go call my aunt!" 

I called Ninna and we celebrated this joyous moment. I sat on the curb while two other coworkers walked by me and asked if I was okay. I must have looked like I had seen a ghost. 

Little did they know it wasn't a ghost, but rather an angel. 

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It's been only a few days, and I still can't believe what happened. I can't believe that I met the man that saved me. And the fact that he came into THAT Casey's (when he doesn't even live near Westville!), on my LAST night there, during MY shift. . . It still baffles me. 

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The last month has been a hectic one.

I had my accident.

I started work at a new store.

I had to relearn how to do things at the store.

I struggled with migraines.

But this last month has been great. 

I not only met some amazing people that came in as customers and left as friends, but I also began friendships with new coworkers that I adore. The customers picked on me, and laughed with me. I had several that would stand there for several minutes (a few for almost an hour) talking to me about their lives. On Thursday, my last day there, one of the women that came in daily hugged me, and told me that it was an honor to get to know me. 

But no, it was an honor getting to know her, and MANY others.

I gained friends that make me want to be the best me possible. I laughed every single time I was working, feeling such joy from those I worked with. To say that I will miss them is an understatement, for they taught me so much. 

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On Thursday night, I drove to Indy to pick up Abby (a friend from college). We spent the next day shopping in Champaign. I had to take her back to the airport today, and it was sad to see her go. I'm so thankful for the time I had with her, though!

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This past week was crazy. But amazing.

This past month was crazy. But amazing. 

And it just goes right along with me life, because. . .

This life is crazy. 

But amazing. 

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 This is Kendra, one of the girls I worked with in Westville, and her kids! They came in just to see me on my last day at work! I played with the little ones, Zora and Em, and it brightened my day so much.

 Robyn, another coworker in Westville, quickly became one of my favorites. We laughed so much, and she picked on me probably more than anyone. But it was totally okay, because her heart is genuine, and her spirit is rich. 

  

   

Life is tricky sometimes. 

Doors open and close. 

Learn from every experience.

And love every moment.

"Do you have a question?"

|After Bible class today, I was waiting for my friend to finish taking a quiz. 

I was casually sitting in a desk when Mr. Twigg, my teacher, asked if I had a question. "No, I'm just waiting for her," I smiled. He said "oh, okay," and continued with getting his things together. 

I was kind of surprised, because he asked me how my semester was going. He asked my major, asked what classes were bothering me. Several times he would say "Not trying to be nosey, but.." He asked many questions about why I chose a Humanities major. I explained why; I told him about Jeremy and how he helped mold my love for the disabled. I told him of how Jeremy showed me what I wanted to do. I told him how Jeremy passed away and how much I have missed going to the group homes. Mr. Twigg asked a few other questions about what I specifically want to do with my major.

 But it was what he said after, when we were basically done with the conversation, that really got my attention.

 "Have you ever thought that maybe your spiritual gift is mercy?"

 I stumbled with my words, because, honestly, I had never thought about it. I had never thought about what talent God had given me. I thought about what mercy is and how I could possibly show mercy in my life. Someone who barely knows me, only being my teacher for two semesters, just heard about what I want to do and asked if my gift was mercy.

 I just came back to my room and got on Pinterest, and look what popped up- this quote. And it all made sense. I am able to show mercy so easily because of the mercy that God shows me. His mercies are new every day. He has showed such immense mercy to me, how could I not show it to others? My mercy does not come from within myself, it comes from who God is. Because mercy is not something God has, but something God is. And that- to have the adjective "merciful" placed before my name- is the greatest compliment, for I am being complimented by something that defines God. 

Humbling. So humbling.