Sure does Karen. Glad my water wasn't as much as the Red Sea too. Smile.
Vicki
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From: "Karen Carter" <[log in to unmask]>
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Subject: Re: Anybody Got a Boat?
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> He held back the Red Sea for the concern Isrealites. And he knew your
concern of flood so he held even that little water back. Its shows how much
he cares about the little things also.
>
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> In any kind of circumstance PRAY
>
> Karen Carter 74'
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>
> > Phil, Sandy, Lelia and Julie will probably remember this day that had a
> > storm. But here's just a small miracle God did for us that was big in
our
> > eyes.
> >
> > Anybody got a boat?
> >
> > Have you ever had one of those mornings where you got out of bed on the
> > wrong side and there was no way to crawl back in and get out on the
right
> > side? Well, that was me on Wednesday morning August 18thof 2004. Woke
with
> > a headache in a less than desirable mood. Then I couldn't find this or
that
> > in the process of getting breakfast and heading off to work. Just as I
was
> > going out the door, the last straw happened causing me to loose my
temper.
> > On top of that, Rory went back to bed and wasn't ready to go to work. He
> > had to be called several times as well as be gently but firmly coaxed
out of
> > his cozy bed. By the time I got to the bus I really did have a headache,
> > and the loss of my temper had me feeling far less than my ideal picture
of
> > how a victorious Christian should feel.
> >
> > After boarding the city bus, I pulled out my Bible and began reading
from
> > Psalms 86. Several verses jumped out at me. Here they are from The
> > Message.
> >
> > "Bend an ear, GOD; answer me. I'm one miserable wretch!" Thinking to
> > myself how true that felt, I came to verse 5. "You're well-known as good
and
> > forgiving, big-hearted to all who ask for help. I continued reading.
6Pay
> > attention, GOD, to my prayer;
> >
> > 10"For you are great and perform great miracles.
> > You alone are God.
> > 11Teach me your ways, O LORD,
> > that I may live according to your truth!
> > Grant me purity of heart,
> > that I may honor you.
> >
> > 12With all my heart I will praise you, O Lord my God.
> > I will give glory to your name forever,
> >
> > 13For your love for me is very great.
> > You have rescued me from the depths of death!"
> >
> > Verse 5 especially spoke to me. In New King James it reads:
> > Verse 5: "For You, Lord, are good, and ready to forgive,
> > And abundant in mercy to all those who call upon You."
> >
> > And verse 15. But You, O Lord, are a God full of compassion, and
gracious,
> > Longsuffering and abundant in mercy and truth.
> >
> > As a side comment, note the references to truth in these verses. It is
> > interesting studying truth, as it is referred to, time and time in both
the
> > Old and New Testaments. I've been looking at what God says about truth
> > lately; both by studying it out and by experiential learning.
> >
> > Back to my story. I took time right in the middle of the bus full of
other
> > commuters to quietly talk with the Lord, calling on him for his
forgiveness
> > which he graciously granted, according to his word. I began thinking
about
> > His goodness, and what he had not only done for me in answering my
prayer,
> > but how he had been with me in the past. How he had been there for me in
> > every way. By the time I got to work my attitude had completely changed,
my
> > heart was lighter, and there was a difference in even the steps I took
along
> > the familiar path to the office. I went through the day aware somewhere
in
> > my consciousness that for this day I would trust in his never ending
mercy
> > and love.
> >
> > Shortly before work ended, the weather changed markedly. The wind began
> > blowing with determination and big rain drops fell faster and faster
until
> > they relentlessly pounded the large full length plate glass window pain
next
> > to my desk. I realized that it was a good thing I hadn't left work at my
> > regular time, and was still able to call my husband for a ride. We could
> > barely hear one another on the phone as we spoke together.
> >
> > The way home was slow going because of the high water and unbelievable
> > traffic. And the rain kept coming in steady sheets. It suddenly dawned
on
> > me that I never closed the upstairs window, which I'm always careful to
do
> > before leaving in the mornings, and my heart almost skipped a beat. But,
> > not on this day. I started to feel irritation and concern about my own
> > careless omission. I thought, "I'm gunna need a boat to clean up this
huge
> > mess, and who knows what else I'll need." I wondered about insurance
> > coverage and cost. I made excuses for the error and was just going to
think
> > all those negative self blame thoughts once more, wondering what a mess
I'd
> > come home to when verse 15 suddenly invaded my blame game. "But You, O
Lord,
> > are a God full of compassion, and gracious, Longsuffering and abundant
in
> > mercy and truth." I had trusted and relaxed in his mercy all day. Why
> > should that change now. Because my circumstances had changed? I resolved
to
> > continue to trust in his mercy, and truth,, and take his peace. Yes, I
> > still felt concern, but no longer did I feel the sting of worry and
blame.
> > I realized that I couldn't do a thing about the open window with the
rain
> > pouring in right now. And how far open was that window, I wondered.
> > However, we were sitting in traffic going nowhere fast. There were big
van
> > shaking booms of thunder and constant jagged flashes of lightning and
the
> > rain was continuing to pound on our gold colored van. It's a good thing
it
> > wasn't hail. I don't ever remember seeing rain come down like that in
> > Colorado. There was one June first several years ago, that came close to
> > it.
> >
> > It was more than an half hour before we could get home. When we arrived,
> > John noted that the window was definitely wide open. We made a run for
it,
> > from the van to the back door in the deluge. After getting inside, I
could
> > immediately picture the rain pouring down from the open window, which
faces
> > north and running down the attic stairs like a river on to the floor and
> > furniture below. I didn't even want to check on it so I asked John to
> > please check. I held my breath. When he returned, he reported that there
> > was just a small amount of water on the window sill. That was all. I
could
> > hardly believe my ears. That window faces north and always lets rain in.
> > And furthermore, it rolls off the sill and down the wall in just
seconds. I
> > 've been in the kitchen doing dishes when I hear the rain start to fall.
> > Seconds later, when I dash up the stairs to close the window, water is
> > everywhere. So I asked him what he had said, and he repeated it. I
> > thought, "incredible." A few minutes later, I went to see for myself.
John
> > had closed the window. When I opened it, I found that the screen was
> > absolutely soaked. The water was still on the window sill, and only on
the
> > sill. I thought to myself how truly amazing that was. There was no water
> > drenched carpet or ruined furniture. No mess. No anything except for my
> > keen awareness of how God had performed one of his miracles for us. The
> > boat that I thought I'd need? Well, I didn't even need a bucket. I only
> > needed just a small cloth to take up the water. I was the one who had
> > difficulty keeping the water from slipping from the sill to the floor
while
> > wiping it up.
> >
> > Next time you think you might have some reason for needing a boat, try
> > trusting in the one who says:
> > That he is a God full of compassion, and gracious, Longsuffering and
> > abundant in mercy and truth.
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> He held back the Red Sea for the concern Isrealites. And he knew
your concern of flood so he held even that little water back. Its
shows how much he cares about the little things also.<BR><BR>
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<BR><BR>Karen Carter 74'</DIV><BR>
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<BR><BR>> Phil, Sandy, Lelia and Julie will probably remember this day
that had a <BR>> storm. But here's just a small miracle God did for us
that was big in our <BR>> eyes. <BR>> <BR>> Anybody got a boat?
<BR>> <BR>> Have you ever had one of those mornings where you got out
of bed on the <BR>> wrong side and there was no way to crawl back in and
get out on the right <BR>> side? Well, that was me on Wednesday morning
August 18thof 2004. Woke with <BR>> a headache in a less than desirable
mood. Then I couldn't find this or that <BR>> in the process of getting
breakfast and heading off to work. Just as I was <BR>> going out the
door, the last straw happened causing me to loose my temper. <BR>> On top
of that, Rory went back to bed and wasn't ready to go to work. He <BR>>
had to be called several times as well as be gently but firmly coaxed out of
<BR>> his cozy bed. By the time I got to the bus I really did have a
headache, <BR>> and the loss of my temper had me feeling far less than my
ideal picture of <BR>> how a victorious Christian should feel. <BR>>
<BR>> After boarding the city bus, I pulled out my Bible and began
reading from <BR>> Psalms 86. Several verses jumped out at me. Here they
are from The <BR>> Message. <BR>> <BR>> "Bend an ear, GOD; answer
me. I'm one miserable wretch!" Thinking to <BR>> myself how true that
felt, I came to verse 5. "You're well-known as good and <BR>> forgiving,
big-hearted to all who ask for help. I continued reading. 6Pay <BR>>
attention, GOD, to my prayer; <BR>> <BR>> 10"For you are great and
perform great miracles. <BR>> You alone are God. <BR>> 11Teach me your
ways, O LORD, <BR>> that I may live according to your truth! <BR>>
Grant me purity of heart, <BR>> that I may honor you. <BR>> <BR>>
12With all my heart I will praise you, O Lord my God. <BR>> I will give
glory to your name forever, <BR>> <BR>> 13For your love for me is very
great. <BR>> You have rescued me from the depths of death!" <BR>>
<BR>> Verse 5 especially spoke to me. In New King James it reads:
<BR>> Verse 5: "For You, Lord, are good, and ready to forgive, <BR>>
And abundant in mercy to all those who call upon You." <BR>> <BR>> And
verse 15. But You, O Lord, are a God full of compassion, and gracious,
<BR>> Longsuffering and abundant in mercy and truth. <BR>> <BR>> As
a side comment, note the references to truth in these verses. It is <BR>>
interesting studying truth, as it is referred to, time and time in both the
<BR>> Old and New Testaments. I've been looking at what God says about
truth <BR>> lately; both by studying it out and by experiential learning.
<BR>> <BR>> Back to my story. I took time right in the middle of the
bus full of other <BR>> commuters to quietly talk with the Lord, calling
on him for his forgiveness <BR>> which he graciously granted, according
to his word. I began thinking about <BR>> His goodness, and what he had
not only done for me in answering my prayer, <BR>> but how he had been
with me in the past. How he had been there for me in <BR>> every way. By
the time I got to work my attitude had completely changed, my <BR>> heart
was lighter, and there was a difference in even the steps I took along
<BR>> the familiar path to the office. I went through the day aware
somewhere in <BR>> my consciousness that for this day I would trust in
his never ending mercy <BR>> and love. <BR>> <BR>> Shortly before
work ended, the weather changed markedly. The wind began <BR>> blowing
with determination and big rain drops fell faster and faster until <BR>>
they relentlessly pounded the large full length plate glass window pain next
<BR>> to my desk. I realized that it was a good thing I hadn't left work
at my <BR>> regular time, and was still able to call my husband for a
ride. We could <BR>> barely hear one another on the phone as we spoke
together. <BR>> <BR>> The way home was slow going because of the high
water and unbelievable <BR>> traffic. And the rain kept coming in steady
sheets. It suddenly dawned on <BR>> me that I never closed the upstairs
window, which I'm always careful to do <BR>> before leaving in the
mornings, and my heart almost skipped a beat. But, <BR>> not on this day.
I started to feel irritation and concern about my own <BR>> careless
omission. I thought, "I'm gunna need a boat to clean up this huge <BR>>
mess, and who knows what else I'll need." I wondered about insurance
<BR>> coverage and cost. I made excuses for the error and was just going
to think <BR>> all those negative self blame thoughts once more,
wondering what a mess I'd <BR>> come home to when verse 15 suddenly
invaded my blame game. "But You, O Lord, <BR>> are a God full of
compassion, and gracious, Longsuffering and abundant in <BR>> mercy and
truth." I had trusted and relaxed in his mercy all day. Why <BR>> should
that change now. Because my circumstances had changed? I resolved to
<BR>> continue to trust in his mercy, and truth,, and take his peace.
Yes, I <BR>> still felt concern, but no longer did I feel the sting of
worry and blame. <BR>> I realized that I couldn't do a thing about the
open window with the rain <BR>> pouring in right now. And how far open
was that window, I wondered. <BR>> However, we were sitting in traffic
going nowhere fast. There were big van <BR>> shaking booms of thunder and
constant jagged flashes of lightning and the <BR>> rain was continuing to
pound on our gold colored van. It's a good thing it <BR>> wasn't hail. I
don't ever remember seeing rain come down like that in <BR>> Colorado.
There was one June first several years ago, that came close to <BR>> it.
<BR>> <BR>> It was more than an half hour before we could get home.
When we arrived, <BR>> John noted that the window was definitely wide
open. We made a run for it, <BR>> from the van to the back door in the
deluge. After getting inside, I could <BR>> immediately picture the rain
pouring down from the open window, which faces <BR>> north and running
down the attic stairs like a river on to the floor and <BR>> furniture
below. I didn't even want to check on it so I asked John to <BR>> please
check. I held my breath. When he returned, he reported that there <BR>>
was just a small amount of water on the window sill. That was all. I could
<BR>> hardly believe my ears. That window faces north and always lets
rain in. <BR>> And furthermore, it rolls off the sill and down the wall
in just seconds. I <BR>> 've been in the kitchen doing dishes when I hear
the rain start to fall. <BR>> Seconds later, when I dash up the stairs to
close the window, water is <BR>> everywhere. So I asked him what he had
said, and he repeated it. I <BR>> thought, "incredible." A few minutes
later, I went to see for myself. John <BR>> had closed the window. When I
opened it, I found that the screen was <BR>> absolutely soaked. The water
was still on the window sill, and only on the <BR>> sill. I thought to
myself how truly amazing that was. There was no water <BR>> drenched
carpet or ruined furniture. No mess. No anything except for my <BR>> keen
awareness of how God had performed one of his miracles for us. The <BR>>
boat that I thought I'd need? Well, I didn't even need a bucket. I only
<BR>> needed just a small cloth to take up the water. I was the one who
had <BR>> difficulty keeping the water from slipping from the sill to the
floor while <BR>> wiping it up. <BR>> <BR>> Next time you think you
might have some reason for needing a boat, try <BR>> trusting in the one
who says: <BR>> That he is a God full of compassion, and gracious,
Longsuffering and <BR>> abundant in mercy and truth.
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