I love my life. Not that I don’t have some tough days because I do, but over all I am so blessed. My desire is to live a life that is pleasing to my personal Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. I absolutely love that Jesus wanted a personal relationship with me. For me, Christianity isn’t all about a bunch of rules of do’s and don’ts. I actually have a close friendship with Jesus. I love that He is always there for me in good times and bad. I talk with God about everything. Yes, I mean pretty much everything. I even ask Him on some days what to wear. Well, since He knows what I will be facing, I figure He knows best what I should be wearing. I realize to some that might sound a bit over the top, but for a female pastor/pastor’s wife, we are on call 24/7. It’s not like He speaks out loud and says wear this pair of pants and that top. It’s just a knowing in my heart.
I love that God cares about whatever I care about. He cared so much when my father was laying in a hospital bed dying from a ruptured aortic aneurysm over 9 years ago. We had just arrived in Fairbanks, Alaska to see our daughter and first new born grand daughter when my uncle called with the news. I called my mom and she verified what was going on. She told me not to come home but to stay in Alaska with my daughter. I told her that I would pray about it. I got off the phone and talked it over with my husband and then we prayed. When I felt a release to stay, I asked God that if it was my father’s time to go to please hold him for me until I got back home and could go see him. God did more than that. He healed him. The doctors called my dad the miracle man. That was pretty amazing to say the least. I had such peace the whole time I was in Alaska.
So, the other night I was at a memorial service and some how I lost one of my earrings. These earrings were hand made by a precious friend and they were pretty expensive to make. Besides that, I really like them. I told a few people about the missing earring and said if you happen to see it please let me know. One person said to me, “The chances of you ever finding that earring are next to none”. I thought, obviously she doesn’t know who I’ve been talking to. You see, as silly as it may sound, I asked God to please help me find the earring if it was to be found. I had retraced my steps and didn’t see it any where. I chose not to worry. Six days after it was lost my husband showed me an earring he had just found at the church and asked if this was mine. I was happy but not really surprised. The funny thing is, when I asked where he found it, he said it was in the center of the lobby floor. There had been a lot of traffic in that lobby and I had looked there. What are the chances? So thankful God even cares about earrings. This is just one story of many that I could share with you.
Why do I do what I do? Because I am in love with my Jesus. It’s about relationship. He really loves me and cares about me. I want others to know Him the way I do. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t love Jesus just because He answers my prayers, because sometimes He says no. I love Him because He first loved me. He chose me. I certainly haven’t arrived in my relationship with Him but I am working on it. It’s a day to day process.