Wednesday, March 2, 2016

The Hand of the Lord

This morning, I read the 9th chapter of Isaiah. The phrase, "but his hand is stretched out still," appears three times in this chapter, related to how God's people often rebel and turn away from him, "but his hand is stretched out still." So, even when we want nothing to do with God, he is patient and continually extending a helping hand. He is readily available, whenever we seek his help, whether we have been daily following his teachings or have fallen away and are desperate for guidance.

My daily devotional app sometimes gives me an assignment. Today, it suggested that I write in my journal about the times I observed the hand of the Lord in my life. There are many such occurrences in my life, but I have chosen to relate a chain of events that occurred in the early 1990s, that, to me, clearly showed the hand of the Lord was there.

At the time, I was divorced, my son was in elementary school and living with me, I was working full time, and I had just taken in a foster child, a boy who was two years younger than my son. I was renting a small three-bedroom house. The Division of Family Services was starting a career foster parenting program, and my social worker was strongly encouraging me to get on board as one of the charter participants. This new program required the participants to foster two teenagers, and participants were not allowed to work outside the home. The stipend was substantial, actually more than my current income, and it was tax-free. In order for me to become a part of the program, I needed to attend additional training. I also needed a bigger house, to accommodate five people.

My foster child was diagnosed with ADHD, but he did not qualify for medication, because he did not act out at school. I had a small TV/VCR combo in the boys' room, which proved helpful for my foster boy. The boys and I usually went out every Wednesday night. One Wednesday night, when we got home, the house had been burglarized. The burglars took two VCRs, a TV, and my violin. Interestingly, they only checked my room and the living room, so they did not take the TV from the boys' room, nor did they take my viola, which was in the spare room. None of the items were recovered, and the burglars were not found and prosecuted, although the police believed it was youth in the neighborhood who needed money for drugs. I had renter's insurance, so the TV and VCRs were replaced with newer models.

My mother had purchased my violin for $1500, before I went to college. She wanted me to have the best instrument she could afford. I went to college on a music scholarship. My major was music performance-violin. As part of my major, I was required to study a second instrument. I took on the viola and found that I enjoyed the viola more than the violin. After two years of college, I changed my major to Music Theory and Composition, and switched my instrument to viola. I kept my violin, because I continued to play it at church, weddings, and other events that preferred the violin to the viola. Sometimes, I even traded between them, at the same event.

My insurance agent asked that I have the violin appraised, if possible, so the amount of my claim could be determined. I still had the sales receipt with the pertinent information about the instrument (when it was built and who built it in what country), so I reached out to the man from whom my mother had purchased the violin. He remembered the violin and appraised it at $10,000. The insurance company agreed to replace the violin with a violin or viola, up to a value of $10,000, or give me $7,500 cash. I had found a 6-bedroom house to buy, and the $7,500 cash was just what I needed for the down payment.

I believe Heavenly Father can see my entire life, at once. He knows when bad things are going to happen, and he knows when I will turn away from him. He sees all the choices I will make, throughout my life. He knew that the violin my mother bought for $1500 would be stolen and appraised at $10,000, at a time when I needed the money. The burglary was a bad thing that set the stage for a good thing to happen. Heavenly Father knew it would happen, just the way it did. However, I did not. This was a great opportunity for me to observe the hand of the Lord working in my life. He knew that I could realize a dream, by looking for the rainbow after the rain. If my violin had not been stolen, I would have had a more difficult time coming up with money for a down payment on the house I wanted.

I encourage you to look more closely at the bad things in your life, and see if you can see the hand of the Lord in them. Look for signs that a good thing will come from this. Dwelling on the positive will help you to bear up under the negative. That's how my life has gone and continues to go.

Until next time, God bless, and remember that "his hand is stretched out still"!

Teah

Monday, January 25, 2016

Seeking Sacrifice

Throughout the month of January 2016, I have been keenly in tune to the promptings of the Holy Ghost, to learn what my Heavenly Father would have me do. I have not had the perfect plan fall into my lap. I have received an idea and pursued it, only to see it disintegrate or morph into something else. I know that writing my book is to be my number one priority. It is called, "Channeling George Bailey: How to Have a Wonderful Life." The world needs this book. It will show everyone how to have a richly blessed life, while helping to richly bless the lives of everyone around them. Sacrifice is necessary to achieve this wonderful life, and I believe sacrifice is also the one thing that keeps folks from embracing this way of life.

Ironically, sacrifice is the one thing that I need, right now, to help me get this book written, published, and out there in the world, where it can be of the most benefit. I don't mean that I need to make a sacrifice. I mean that someone out there, perhaps you, needs to make a sacrifice for my benefit. To give you some background, my initial plan, which has not panned out, was to get a part-time job in the Maplewood/St. Louis Hills/Brentwood area of St. Louis South City, find a place to live in the same area, and devote most of my spare time to writing. The location puts me close to my son and daughter-in-law, so that I can spend more time with them.

The second, amended plan, was to connect with someone I already knew, in a different location, but still in the St. Louis metropolitan area; I would find a part-time job in the area and help these folks that I knew, by paying to rent a room from them. While this plan has not completely faded away, I have not gotten confirmation that it would be the best option. In each of these two plans, I'm the person making the sacrifice.

This morning, I felt very strongly that it's time for someone to make a sacrifice for my benefit. I need someone to take me in, at least temporarily. Some of the ways this could work are:
  • A live-in caregiver position for an elderly woman or couple, that would provide free room and board, plus a small stipend, to allow me some "walk-around" money. I have no debts and could get by on as little as $100 per week, as long as room and board was provided.
  • A live-in nanny position, same circumstances as the caregiver position.
  • A single woman who is financially stable and lives alone, who would benefit from the companionship of another female.
  • Anyone who prays over this and feels prompted to provide for me in some way.
I could provide more background, tell you more about myself, explain why I'm needing you to make a sacrifice, but I don't think any further information I provide will be helpful. If, after reading this far, you have a negative opinion of me and wouldn't dream of helping me, that's fine. I know that I'm not going to change your mind. If, however, you have read this far and feel a tugging in your heart or a yearning to do something, please post a comment here, message me on Facebook, or contact me via phone or email, if you have my contact information.

Thanks for your support,
Blessings and love,
Teah