Have you ever thought about the way life begins anew, with a fetus growing into a little one with hands, feet, and everything else? It’s sort of mind-blowing, isn’t it? Well, I discovered that God forms new creatures even outside of the womb. The thing is, He answered prayers and sort of changed me into a new person as a result of a desperate plea for help.
If you read my last post, you know that I’ve been guilty of behaving badly when moving. I moved this week, and my youngest daughter helped me. She had pretty much dreaded being with me in my “moving mode.” But instead of me getting all edgy and sharp, I was relaxed and generous and sweet and loving. We actually enjoyed our hard work, and we worked as well together as two people possibly can.
Maddie said, on several occasions, that we were a good team and the move couldn’t have gone any more smoothly than it did. She appreciated the Starbucks coffees I bought her and the lunch and the general willingness to bend over backwards for her because she was working like a mule for me.
But it was a miracle that I acted appropriately. How did God do that? I have a track record of allowing worries to affect me in high stress moves, though normally I’m a person who refuses to worry for more than a few minutes, consciously, anyway. Faith is all about remembering that God has us in the palms of his hands. He doesn’t cough and look away, not even for one millisecond.
I know what it is that’s bothering me during these moves. I’ve had some really bad experiences in which movers went so far as to scare me with threatening behavior. Don’t want to go into all that, but I ended up fearing what may happen and how I may be overcharged.
Everything in my life fits as part of God’s plan for my life. There aren’t any particular days or events in which I need to take up the mantle of worry and stress. Since I believe that all things are working together for my good, I can behave like a sincere follower of Jesus Christ at all times of the day and night. And when it was that this sank in well enough to turn my behavior completely around is a mystery, like when God fashions an eyeball.