We all have these weeks. Are we being blessed or cursed? Is the cup half empty or half full? Honestly, the answer is determined by us, not the world.
Six A.M. today and the doors to WalMart opened. The shoppers were like a herd of buffalo let loose! Angry looks demanded everyone else move their cart so the entitled could prevail. However, no way these selfish acts could overpower the short in physical height but giant in God’s stature, meek and humble, selfless clerk who ran the aisles with me. He literally led me to the ground mustard, cooking wine, raisins, cornbread, etc., etc., that filled my shopping task. Why did he so guide and guard me? My heart believes he had to have been sent by my Mom in heaven to help me in her absence and reaffirm she’s always by my side.
Flooding rain has engulfed our area this week. With my two-and-a-half-year-old grandson as my sidekick, we have weathered many a walk under umbrellas. Struggling to hold his hand and the toddler gifts he wanted to share, people stared at us as if I was the worst grammy ever to be subjecting him to torrential downpours. JB didn’t see the rain. His baby heart was reigning in all the happiness of doing whatever it took to see his mommy and show her his work. Adding icing to the beauty of his tiny soul, his little hand waved to say hi to everyone we passed. His little “HI’s” muted all the stormy sounds. The happy squeal of his little voice brought heaven down to earth.
It’s been a week where prayer has been the conversation. The circumstances have not been in the spotlight. Instead, the highlight is the number of answers God has sent. The journey is not over; but there’s not even the smallest of doubt that God, not only, charts the course, but also, carries across the mountains.
I could go on and on about this week, but the question remains the same. Is the cup half empty or half full? For me, neither is the answer. My cup is overflowing. Praise God from whom all blessings flow!!!
Uplifted in a Broken Down World 