It’s another Wednesday and we are chugging along half way through the week! Really excited to share this God Gold that was recently shared with me from my aunt once again! So thankful for her and her heart for the Lord! As you’ll see in this gold, what you’re facing on Wednesday, it may not look good, but it’s just ingredients for what God is making happen for Friday or a day soon to come! He has a plan behind all that’s taking place in your life! Trust that, trust Him, and you’ll be just fine! Hope you have an awesome day and hope this little story brings you a golden blessing!!!
“One Sunday morning at a small southern church the new pastor called on one of the older deacons to lead in the opening prayer. The deacon stood up, bowed his head and said, “Lord, I hate buttermilk.”
The pastor opened one eye and wondered where this was going. The deacon continued, “Lord, I hate lard.” Now the pastor was totally perplexed.
The deacon continued, “Lord, I ain’t too crazy about plain flour either. But after you mix ’em all together and bake ’em in a hot oven…. I just love biscuits!
The deacon didn’t stop there. “Lord,” he said, help us realize when things come up that we don’t like, whenever we don’t understand what You are doing, that we need to wait and see what You are making. After you get through mixing and baking, it’ll probably be something even better than biscuits. Amen.”
I was raised in a Christian home by some great parents. I was at church any time the doors were open, and at the age of 8 I made a profession of faith and was baptized shortly after. However, when I was 14 at a church camp, I “re-dedicated” my life. I believed this time was real, but it wasn’t.
I was a great faker. I did and said the right things in front of the right people. I went to a Christian school, I went to church, I didn’t smoke and didn’t drink. Anybody looking at me from the outside would believe I was a solid Christian. Even I believed that I was a solid Christian, but my heart was dark and far from God.
When I was 23, my heart and my eyes were finally opened. I don’t remember the date, time or what happened, but I just remember that everything changed. The only thing I can point to about my salvation is the sheer grace and mercy of God. My story is not really about me, it is about Jesus.
Jesus redeemed me and not because of anything I ever did. He did it all, He rescued me, He died for me, and He loved me before I was even born. Because of Jesus, I can boast all about my weakness to others and not be ashamed.
I’ll end this with one of my favorite quotes, “Christianity is one beggar telling another beggar where he found bread.” That’s what I want do in my life, because I’m a beggar, I want to tell the other beggars where to find the true bread of life.
‘I am the vine; you are the branches. Whoever abides in me and I in him, he it is that bears much fruit, for apart from me you can do nothing. Abide in me, and I in you. As the branch cannot bear fruit by itself, unless it abides in the vine, neither can you, unless you abide in me. ‘
‘I am the vine; you are the branches.”