Hey ah, Phil. I think I heard God tell me that you were to buy me...
errrrrrr... a new guitar, yeah, that's the ticket!! haha. Seriously. I can
envision a young 24 yearold woman driving around in a, well probably not a
Jag, but perhaps a Honda or something, telling the story and being a living
testimony of god's hand on her life. Such obedience can be difficult, at
first, like you did, we can dismiss it as a thought of good intentions, or
some sort of a fleece. I only pray you are in for a day at the dealer. May
God heal this woman with just a touch of his garmant . She's still got
boyfriends, bills to pay, husband to me, kids to bare and a life to live.
Brad
At 01:27 PM 2/26/2005, you wrote:
>I don't believe I told this on echurch yet. If so, forgive the repeat.
>
> Several weeks ago I was sort of day dreaming. Jennifer's
>situation came into my thoughts and I said, "Lord, if I was a
>millionaire, I'd call Jennifer and tell her I would buy her a
>brand new car of her choice when she comes home from the
>hospital." Sure, I knew, perhaps such a thing might encourage
>Jennifer, but the gesture of the purchase of a new car certainly
>couldn't heal anybody.
>
> Several weeks passed, and every single time I talked with
>George on the telephone, which was nearly every single night, my
>thought of being rich enough to buy Jennifer a new car when she
>came home popped to the surface of my thoughts as George and I
>would be talking or praying. I always dismissed it as a childish
>day dream.
>
> finally, as George and I talked one night, I said, "George, I
>have just got to tell you something." I explained to him
>everything I told you so far and then I told him to tell Jennifer
>about it and that I would buy her a new car of her choice when she
>came home from the hospital. I told him to tell her, of course,
>that this was God's idea and that I was just following the Lord's
>instructions because I'm not rich.
>
> You see, what had happened was, it wasn't just a day dreaming
>fantasy but the Lord made it clear to me it was a test of
>obedience. Now, as Paul Harvey would say, let me tell you the
>rest of the story.
>
> A couple of weeks ago I was home alone one Saturday while
>Sandy was out. I was seated in one of our rocking chairs in the
>living room. I was half praying and half day dreaming again, or
>what you might call meditating. As that was going on, a small
>thought tried to penetrate my thinking, "What if Jennifer doesn't
>make it?" I turned this thought of intrusion around and turned it
>into a question directed to the Lord. "What about that Lord?" I
>asked. The Lord immediately said, "Do you think I would tell you
>to tell Jennifer that you would buy her a new car of her choice if
>she was going to die?" I felt laughter inside. My spirit
>laughed because it was not only logical but it was true. So, I
>began praying, not for Jennifer to live but for the car the Lord
>wants me to buy her.
>
> Now, I can hear someone saying, "but what if she does die?"
>My answer is still the same, "But what if she doesn't?"
>
>Phil.
>I flew Kites With Jesus
>www.safeplacefellowship.com
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