Dad! I found my $60.00!
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Those were the words shouted by my enraptured 8 year old around 10:30 am this morning. Now $60.00 doesn’t seem like a whole lot of money, but to an average American 8 year old it was everything.
You see the $60.00 had been missing for a Y E A R. That’s right 12 months, 365 days give or take seven or eight. It had long been considered lost in her mind. Written off and tucked away as a life lesson. We had deduced that she had put the money in her wallet, which she left in a great barbecue restaurant, Smokey Bones, in Bowling Green, Kentucky while attending her sister’s soccer tournament. It took us a week to deduce that, and so we never bothered calling the restaurant. Instead we just instructed her to never carry that much money around, but to put it in a safe place.
She was devastated by the loss, her whole savings.
A whole year has passed and Mallori just had her 8th birthday last month. She is saving for a cell phone or a laptop, and the loss of the $60.00 put her behind so she planned to save every penny of birthday funds this year. That was until she was listening to the radio two weeks ago. The radio station KLOVE was having a pledge drive, and our area in Central Kentucky was only 95% funded. My wife had the radio on while picking up Mallori from school, and Mallori heard the news. She was determined to give a one time gift of $40.00 to help keep them on the air. “Daddy, I just can’t let them go off the air.” There was no talking her out of it.
Mallori gave her life to Jesus almost three years ago. So, when it comes to spiritual things we tend to let it ride regardless of how foolish our children’s choices may seem from a logical perspective. We trust that the same Holy Spirit can speak in loud ways whether adult or child. So, in this case, while thinking in the back of my head, “Wow, Mallori that’s a lot of money. I’m sure KLOVE will eventually get funded, so why don’t we wait and see what happens,” we just kind of shrugged our shoulders and said with a smile, “Okay.”
Kristi called and handed Mallori the phone and she pledged “her” money. We received the envelope last week and sent in the money.
That brings us to today. She was looking under her bed for a pair of shoes. And there it was…The Wallet. Mallori immediately thought, “I think I found my $60.00.” She couldn’t reach it and got her sister to come help. Baili, in true form, looked inside the wallet and exclaimed. “There’s nothing in it.” – long dramatic pause – “Just kidding.” And out she rips, yep you guessed it, $60.00. Can you imagine how Mallori felt when Baili pulled out a wad of cash? Man, if I could have had a camera at that moment! It was lost, but now it’s found!
She had let that $60.00 go and never really fretted about it after a week or two. She heard a need and responded with 1/3 of her cash. No, second guesses, no regrets there either.
Then today she received one of the best stories an eight year old could ever tell. God moved her to spend the $40.00, helped her find the $60.00, so in reality she’s ahead $20.
Now I’m no where close to a health and wealth guy. I don’t even believe in the rapture. I fully believe that we will suffer up until Jesus returns. Following Jesus doesn’t exempt us from anything except Hell, the penalty of sin, and the power of evil. However, I’m also fully confident that God is sovereign, and that He can orchestrate anything for His glory.
I heard a scream and a, “I found my $60, Dad, I found my $60!”
“What?!” I yelled back.
Mallori, from the top of the stairs, “Dad, I found my $60!”
Still in disbelief I reply, “What?!”
Mallori held that money to my face this morning and after making her say those words, “I found THE $60!” four or five times she exclaimed, “Boy am I lucky!” Immediately, I recounted the events over the last few days and I gave her a hug and simply said, “You need to just praise the Lord because you released $40, He may have helped you find $60.”
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The Mind Wars – Pleading When Praise Will Do!
Joshua and the Battle of Jericho, what a complete misrepresentation of the actual events of a story found in Joshua 1-6. There was no battle, except for maybe an unseen one in the heads of the Israelites. After watching their ancestors disobey and wander for 40 years would they now trust that God would do what He said He would do through Moses and now Joshua?
I’m sure that they said that they believed, but in practice would they be obedient? I think God wondered the same thing, which is why He doesn’t tell them where the weak point was in the defense, nor does He give them a secret weapon. Instead God has them do something completely ridiculous. (I think Veggie Tales got this one right!) Just march around the city seven times and blow your horns. Prior to the “battle”, it is recorded, “Then the LORD said to Joshua, “See, I have delivered Jericho into your hands, along with its king and its fighting men.”
I wonder how often we refuse to hear or see the victory, the healing, the miracle, the impossible made possible because we just can’t admit we don’t believe it. It’s like a great golfer or gymnast who before attempting a difficult shot or routine fails to visualize the success. In despair we continue to plead with God when praise is required to give us new eyes and ears.
I found this little video as I began trying to de-clutter my Google Reader after a Lenten Fast from reading blogs. I find great encouragement as we wait for the opportunity to double the size of our family, and as we wait for the cancer in mom’s lungs and the rest of her to miraculously disappear.
Mom and Dad, Kristi, Shelbi, Baili, Mallori, Kamri, Lucas, Lilli this is for you. Be encouraged Our God has delivered us!
Who judges your work?
I learned a long time ago that I either tend to listen to no one’s criticism or everyone’s criticism. So, I began to make an unofficial list of people who will speak open and honestly with me. They are the ones for whose opinion I ask. I still struggle to take it if they give it without asking, but at least I am able to weed out the fickle. On this Humpday I found Seth’s insight freeing.
Seth’s Blog: Who judges your work?
Who judges your work?
Here’s the mistake we make in high school:
We let anyone, just anyone, judge our work (and by extension, judge us.)
Sue, the airheaded but long-legged girl in Spanish class gets the right to judge our appearance.
Bill, the bitter former-poet English teacher gets the power to tell us if we’re good at writing.
And on and on.
The cheerleaders are deputized as the Supreme Court of social popularity, and the gym teacher forever has dibs on whether or not we’re macho enough to make it in the world. These are patterns we sign up for, and they last forever (or until we tell them to go away).
In high school, some people learn to ship, they learn to do work that matters and most of all, they learn to ignore the critics they can never possibly please. The ability to choose who judges your work–the people who will make it better, use it and reward you–is the key building block in becoming an artist in whatever you do.
