I thought to myself that I should stop by the accountant's office first, then drop off the dry cleaning, pick up some groceries, and then stop by the post office on my way back home. It sounded like a reasonable plan. It seemed like the best route and the best use of my time.
Thoughts of Christopher's "holes" also stole through my mind. The feeding tubes were out, but those stubborn holes just wouldn't close. They were leaking pretty much all the time, especially when he ate. It seemed like napkins and paper towels had become his new best friends. Why wouldn't they just close up? It seemed like such a small detail after the huge miracle God had done in him. I prayed about it constantly, but everyday it was just one leaky, dripping mess. The skin around the holes was irritated, and I was beginning to feel pretty irritated too. I just wanted this to be over, COMPLETELY OVER!
Then as I drove around a corner that I had driven around countless times before, I suddenly came face to face with a vision that I couldn't help but look at. It literally took my breath away. It was spring on display, a majestic tree in full pink regalia. It was as if creation was pointing directly at the Creator in order to remind me to keep my priorities straight.
|God makes all the BEST stuff!!!|
It's funny how something as simple and as ordinary as a spring tree can bring us face to face with true reality. God expects us to take care of the daily things of life. It's true that groceries need to be bought and the laundry does need to get done, but God has so much more for us to do. He has His own plans, His own purposes. Was I putting God first? Was He at the top of my list? Were His plans even on my list at all? My own forgetful and easily distracted humanity frustrated me. What were His plans for Christopher's holes? Would they close on their own? Would he need surgery? I thought I must surely be suffering with some kind of spiritual ADD!
God had done a HUGE HEALING MIRACLE in my son. Was I honoring that? I had let the ordinary things of life steal away my focus on what was truly important. Had I really let dinner plans and clean clothes come between me and God's plans for me? Was I doubting God's grace and His plans for Christopher, for me, for our family?
I could rest in that. I could rest in the beauty of the spring treasure that He had given me to remind me to remain humble in my humanity. I could rest in the truth that God in His Heaven loves, cares, and provides for His creation. I started to drive away. I still had those errands to do. I still knew that I had no control over what would happen with Christopher's holes, but I KNEW Who did. I could definitely rest in that!
If you have never accepted Jesus Christ as your Lord and Savior, you can pray like this: