Friday, September 15, 2006

Made More Than Conquerors

I can't believe I haven't blogged since Monday. I've been swamped with work this week, and I am still working at 11:46 p.m. on a Friday night. Not that I'm complaining, mind you. This time last year I was drawing unemployment and wondering how we were ever going to pay our house payment. When I look back I think, how DID we make it? Only by the grace of God did we survive. And then I think, survive is not the right word. Overcome. We are overcomers.

I can't say that my faith has not wavered during this past year. It's been an intense time of learning to trust Him. And it's not over yet. We are still clawing our way back out of the hole. But we have our needs met. And it is enough. So, yes. I'm thankful for work. I got an email this afternoon that I will probably have a heavy workload this next week as well. Thank the Lord. Yes, I want to publicly acknowledge His goodness toward me and his faithfulness. God has been good to me.

I go back and read some of the earlier blog posts, and I think, man, I'm so glad things have changed. I'm so glad I can sleep at night again. I'm so glad I can pay my electric bill and buy groceries without worrying. But why did I worry to start with? Haven't I learned through all these years that God is my supply line? Oh, I had it so good there for a while that I had forgotten. I took things like electricity and groceries and shelter over my head for granted. Let's face it sometimes we, yes I said "we," become spoiled brats. Heaven help us. Heaven help me. ME! Lord, I'm the one that needs changing.

While in the car taking CWGIII to school this morning we had our devotion time. I know it seems like a sort of hurried, rushed time kind of devotion, but I find it works well, because CWGIII is buckled in his car seat and pays attention well. It helps get him in a good mindset for school as we pray for his safety at school and his daddy's safety on the road. We thank God for the blessings in our lives and over any prayer requests that we know of. We talk about how God wants us to act at school. We learn songs that I learned in Children's Church years ago.

It is during these times that the Holy Spirit convicts me of my "Spoiled Brat Syndrome." It is during these times that He reminds me that I am setting an example for my son. Over and over He has shown me that my child reacts to life by patterning after my reactions. And that is a hard pill to swallow sometimes, if you'll forgive the cliche. I want CWGIII to be an overcomer. I want him to have that overcomer mentality when he goes about his day at school. I want him to realize that God is his source of help. And when he needs Him, He is there for him. And so I pray:

Lord, help me to be that example. Help me to be victorious. Help me to be grateful. I've come a long way, but I need to go farther. Continue your work of perfecting me daily, Lord. My life is in Your hands. You knew me before the world began. You know every need, every thought, every stumblingblock. Lord, I thank you for your provision, your comfort, your friendship. Above all, I thank you for Your grace and mercy through the blood that you shed. Don't ever let me take it for granted. Make me what You want me to be, in Jesus' name. Amen.


Morning Glory said...

What a really uplifting post to read first thing today. That was truly a blessing to me. God is so faithful and it's way too easy to take the good for granted. Thank you for the reminder.

MugwumpMom said...

Prayers from the heart...His favorite kind. You are so pleasing to Him. And your son is blessed to have you.

Gretchen Lavender said...

That was a really good post. A guest preacher recently preached a sermon where he said that the brook may dry up, but the God of the brook is always there.

By the way, how is the dog?


C. H. Green said...

The dog seems to be healing. She is itching to be let out to run free again, but I'm holding off for a few more days until it's had time to really heal. She's graduated from the laundry room to the garage so she can stretch her legs a littl. And we take her out for walks on the leash. She' gotten sneaky about spitting out her antibiotic pill. Any ideas?

Praying for your Prodigal said...

Since the time I have been reading your blog--I have never thought that you were a spoiled brat--however, I understand what you are saying. You have been a faithful example of what it looks like to lean on Jesus through the valley. Your faith has remained strong even when your flesh was weak. This was a blessing to watch such an example. I am grateful that you are moving up out of the valley....into the Springs of His Living Waters for your economic life! You are a faithful servant! What an example you are to your son, your family, and your blog-family!

You are a blessing Cindy!


Gretchen Lavender said...

Well, I once had a White German Shephard/Chow Mix. The way I got her to take her pills (anti-inflamatories that were prescribed after she was in an accident) was to place the pill in the very back of her toungue and then hold her snout closed and tilted slightly upward while rubbing her throat. That would usually make her swallow and the pill would go down. That worked pretty good. Good luck:-)
Glad she's feeling better.

tam said...

Oh I needed to hear this. We have been in the same place...the not knowing where the groceries will come from and we "overcame" that with God's mercy and grace...

We are now just about ready to face the same dilemma and I am almost frustrated at God...again...

Thank you for reminding me that we shall overcome again and again God will show me His never-ending mercy.