I thought I’d stack some stones today; tell a story of God:
It was very shortly after I became reacquainted with Jesus . I was in the car with my sister – the one who is just one year older than me – on our way home. As we pulled into the driveway, she made a critical remark about the sister who is just one year older than her. Ordinarily I would have just nodded and said nothing, let her talk, but as I sat there in the passenger seat, I thought, Now that I am a Christian, I should probably respond differently.
So, in an attempt to put an end to maligning words before they got rolling, I said, “Maybe you should talk to her and not to me.”
Suddenly there was a huge pitcher balancing above me. It tipped and poured over me.
My sister was speechless. Not because she saw the pitcher – she didn’t. She was speechless because I had always been too afraid of her wrath to do anything but nod and listen.
One slight alignment of thinking, of behaving, of identifying with God yielded a pouring out of His Spirit.
There have been times when God has done so much in response to so little.
Do you, dear reader, have some stones to stack, some recalling, recounting and rehearsing of God’s goodness to do? Write about it and link it back here. I love to read HIStory.