It's just like the last time this happened; I was on my way home walking. I don't even know why I picked the street that I did, really; I just took a different way than I normally do.
That morning, I had taken some change with me to the bus, but didn't need to use it right then. As I picked up coffee, I got another 50 cents.
As I now prepared for home and so many meetings I didn't want to have, I enjoyed music that kept me walking briskly toward this bus stop. As I got to the corner, some guy flagged me down and asked me for change for a dollar. As it turned out, I had exactly one dollar's worth of change. Four quarters, to be precise. The guy smiled as we traded money and walked away, but now I had to use dollars and not change. It's not a grievous loss, but I didn't feel like doing it because I didn't feel like being bothered.
There's nothing quite like God determining that you're going to be bothered when you don't feel like being bothered at all.
I wish sometimes that God would see my bad hair days (as it were) and just skip me and pick someone else, but it seems that the writer was being more than serious when he said, the steps of a good man are ordered by the LORD (and he delighteth in his way). Fact is, I can't touch my foot to the floor without God putting me in front of someone that needs something. Mind you, the poor I will always have with me, but I'm not talking about that. I'm talking about people that are in need of open ears and time and compassion and all this other stuff that I'd much rather ignore sometimes and just go home and sleep.
Such is the life of a Christian. Not even a good one, just one trying to be a semi-okay one. So much sighing....
That morning, I had taken some change with me to the bus, but didn't need to use it right then. As I picked up coffee, I got another 50 cents.
As I now prepared for home and so many meetings I didn't want to have, I enjoyed music that kept me walking briskly toward this bus stop. As I got to the corner, some guy flagged me down and asked me for change for a dollar. As it turned out, I had exactly one dollar's worth of change. Four quarters, to be precise. The guy smiled as we traded money and walked away, but now I had to use dollars and not change. It's not a grievous loss, but I didn't feel like doing it because I didn't feel like being bothered.
There's nothing quite like God determining that you're going to be bothered when you don't feel like being bothered at all.
I wish sometimes that God would see my bad hair days (as it were) and just skip me and pick someone else, but it seems that the writer was being more than serious when he said, the steps of a good man are ordered by the LORD (and he delighteth in his way). Fact is, I can't touch my foot to the floor without God putting me in front of someone that needs something. Mind you, the poor I will always have with me, but I'm not talking about that. I'm talking about people that are in need of open ears and time and compassion and all this other stuff that I'd much rather ignore sometimes and just go home and sleep.
Such is the life of a Christian. Not even a good one, just one trying to be a semi-okay one. So much sighing....
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