Hi Brad,
Oh wow. That was a great story, and you handled it much better than I
would have.
I also love the fact that you used this story to relate to God.
I know I don't always listen to him, and sometimes I think He is
talking to me, and telling me not to do something, when in fact He is
telling me to do something.
I'm sure glad I listened to Holy Spirit and wen to Alabama with
Vernon, because the morning of the day we left, I thought I heard
that we were not suppose to go but I was wrong. That was a case of me
not listening to God when I thought I heard that.
I'm glad I continued to pray about the situation, and I'm glad I
obeyed God and went with him.
Holy Spirit told me not to worry about the $1400 in gass bills,
either, that He would take care of it.
Thanks much.
Many Blessings,
Pat Ferguson
"I can Do all Things Through Christ Who Strengthens Me." Phillippians 4:13.
Thanks much.
Many Blessings,
Pat Ferguson
"I can Do all Things Through Christ Who Strengthens Me." Phillippians 4:13.
At 09:55 PM 4/1/2014, you wrote:
>Walking into a facility this morning where I service vending
>machines, I went tap, tap, tapping in with my cane.
>
>This gentleman asked, "What's that all about?"
>
>Puzzled, I stood for a second realizing he was talking to me, I
>looked straight at him, held out my cane, and said, "What, this?"
>
>"Yeah," he said, "What's that about?"
>
>"I can't see." I told him.
>
>I got no response.
>
>"I'm blind." I smiled and kind of chuckled.
>
>"You're inclined to be blind?" He asked.
>
>"What? No." I blurted.
>
>Smiling huge now at that little rhyming, whatever it was, statement,
>"No, I am blind," I chuckled some more. "I can't' see you standing
>there even. This is my cane."
>
>"Why doesn't it have a red tip on it then?" he asked with an accusative tone.
>Mouth hanging in a toothy sort of, "I can't believe this guy," kind
>of thing; I collapsed the telescoping cane, shoved it in my back
>pocket like I always do, stood in front of the first machine with
>keys in hand and squared my face at him and said, "Well? To tell you
>the truth I don't know. I didn't' even know it didn't have a red tip
>on it. I can't even see you standing there."
>
>"Did you drive here?" he persisted.
>
>Okay, I'm really holding off a belly laugh now. I just told him
>three-times in a row I was blind plus two-times I couldn't even see
>him standing there, and he thinks I drove to the rest area.
>
>I should have just put my finger across my lips in a shhhhhh
>gesture, waved him over in a conspiratorial manner, displayed the
>scrape marks on the metal cane tip, and whispered to him a trumped
>up story about how they are from the highway as my cane wagged out
>in front of the car going down the highway, but I figured I'd be nice.
>
>"No, I'm blind." I repeated for the sixth time.
>
>"Well, how did you get here then?" He continued with a doubting tone.
>
>While inserting a key into the first machine I looked at him, nodded
>towards the door, and said, "My wife out there."
>
>"Oh so you take care of these machines then." He keenly noticed.
>
>"Yeah, I do." I confirmed as I twisted the lock on a machine.
>
>"Then you must see pretty good." He continued his doubting.
>
>"Umm. No, not really," I repeated
>
>"Then how do you know where the machines are?" He continued.
>
>"Well, lots of memory and I can see some light." I muddled with boredom.
>
>About that time my wife walked in puzzled from hearing half of the
>conversation, and the guy must had finally given up and left.
>
>I guess he wasn't satisfied until he saw I was telling the truth
>about my wife being with me.
>
>While I'm glad I can go about my day without people really seeing
>blindness as a barrier or whatever, if I wasn't so amused, I'd
>probably had been irked at his doubt of my answers to his repeated question.
>
>How many times did he need me to tell him I was blind, couldn't see
>him standing there, and that's' pretty much it.
>
>How patient must God be to put up with my own barrage of questions
>at times, continual prayers for help, or seeking wisdom in a situation?
>
>Sometimes I wonder if I'm like that doubting man not willing to take
>yes for an answer, not listening to what God is saying.
>
>This morning was a good reminder for me to look deeper than the
>surface of a situation, look at what God is speaking to our hearts
>and not the outside appearance or circumstances surrounding a situation.
>
>The enemy likes to put outside baggage, influences, and deviations
>in our path while looking for the truth in a situation; but
>thankfully God speaks directly to our heart through His still small
>voice of truth that is louder than the deafening clatter of life's
>carnival; if that is, we are willing to hear it.
>
>Brad
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