I woke up this morning wanting a word from the Lord. Actually, I needed a word from the Lord. I needed signs screaming, “YES!”, “You Go Girl!”, “You Rock!”, “I am so GLAD I picked you!”. I sit on the couch at 8:36 wondering if I missed the signs somewhere in the mess of this day. Was God waving a small sign through the window while I washed dishes? Did He call out to me while I was busy vacuuming? Was “You Rock!” written in the soap suds that whirled in the washing machine that ran all day? Surely if the Lord knew I needed a word from Him, He would have seen fit to come through in a BIG way…right??
How could I have possibly missed my word from my Big God? If He really knows me like Him claims to, how can He let this day end without a warm fuzzy?
My babies have retreated to their dorms and I sit here with my gift of a man. He looks at me from his chair and he knows the details of my day. He knows that his partner in ministry is ready to jump ship. He even bathed those babies and put them to bed, to softly ease me off of the plank.
Could this man be my sign with skin on?
Maybe?…I just wish he wore a shirt that read, “I am so GLAD that I picked you”. And a 2 week sabatical wouldn’t be bad either.
The Lord is good and faithful and He does know me intimately. Thankfully, He knows I need some reassurance from someone with skin on. I am so glad He picked Thad to be my warm fuzzy tonight.