“To appoint unto them that mourn in Zion, to give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness;” Isaiah 61:3 KJV.
The alarm rings and I pop out of bed in spite of the 3:30 am hour. Off to work and, although mostly informational, the first full day of my new journey, all wrapped into one.
Though against my upbringing, I decided to pray for what I deserve the least: angels to help. On my new journey I have stepped out in faith and though, aligning with wise counsel, have faced judgment and condemnation, though not verbal, the negativity is undeniable.
“Heavenly Dad, I know you opened this door. You have shown up in the faces of all those involved and the tears shed between them and me. Father, I know without a doubt that you are providing in miraculous ways, but…can you send angels to walk with me?” Oh, me, of little faith.
This morning the kids were learning about Elijah and the competition: when he went head to head with 450 prophets and their God, baal, and the Lone Ranger Elijah and Heavenly Dad. Who was the “real” God? The challenge? Pray for fire to start on their alter that had a young bull laying on wood. Whoever brought fire was God. Sound simple?
The 450 prophets went first, calling out, dancing, and slashing themselves. Elijah began questioning them: maybe their god couldn’t hear them. They got louder. He queried: maybe he was asleep or traveling? The prophets danced and yelled from morning until the evening sacrifice…not even a spark. Elijah’s turn!
First things first: a proper alter built with 12 stones, then the wood and young bull. This is where the story gets interesting. Elijah did not immediately start praying. I almost think that would have been too easy. Elijah knew-that he knew-that he knew that Heavenly Dad is real and he wanted absolutely no doubt in anyone’s mind. How do you do that?
He dug a trench around the alter. He had people fill four jugs of water and pour it over the alter, wood, and bull. That was still too easy, so he had them do it again. Hmmm…one more time, until the trench was full of water. THEN he was ready to pray,”Lord, the God of Abraham, Isaac and Israel, let it be known today that you are God in Israel and that I am your servant and have done all these things at your command.37 Answer me, Lord, answer me, so these people will know that you, Lord, are God, and that you are turning their hearts back again.”
If you know the story, you know the fire not only burned up the bull and wood, but the stone alter, the dust of the ground, and it licked up the water in the trench. NO ONE had any doubt that Heavenly Dad was real. Then I asked the kiddos: if they knew-that they knew-that they knew God was real? What would that look like?
What would that look like for me? I saw the angels yesterday. People who did not know me contacted Taylor. Heavenly Dad had put me on their hearts and they wanted to see my journey for themselves.
Heavenly Dad’s private warriors showed up with unseen microscopes and assessed my situation. Not only were they positive and supportive, they created a game plan for me to move forward! I haven’t had direct direction, a start, middle, and an end in over two years! You have no idea how many tears were shed while they were there and after they left. Heavenly Dad does answer prayers, even for ones that our upbringing tells us are off limits.
They left and I was raring to go! I turned to face the first tiny step I could do: pull up a ca-jllion staples and nails sticking out of the floor. I grabbed my flat head screwdriver, pliers, coffee can and went to work. Taylor went off to buy a piece of the journey puzzle while I waited for the next estimate and pulling staples. Pulling and pulling, I was reminded that with every staple removed I was one incrimental step forward and I was grateful. If you’ve ever pulled up flooring staples you know it is a long and tedious process. I scanned the floor and instead of viewing it as,”How long is this going to take,” I thought,”What an opportunity!” With each tug and pull I thanked Heavenly Dad for the people that visited that day, for the new hope and direction, for being able to stay afloat for the last two years, for the kids at church, for my job and the opportunity to touch lives, and on and on until my phone rang.
Taylor was on the other end of line, very excited. The piece of the puzzle that she went to pick up, retails regularly for $1200, but she went to a nonprofit that receives donations for resale that had our piece for less than $100. When she went to pay, it was 75% off. The final cost? Less than $17!
How?!?! Only God.
By being obedient and walking through this crazy door he has opened, I feel like I have dumped water on my alter. When the water is licked up, no one will be able to deny God’s hand.
The journey is not going to be easy or quick. It’s going to get messy before it get better and I have to not be stupid in the process (not always an easy task for me). My most important take away from yesterday was the reminder that when the heaviness does come I need to put on, “the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness;” Isaiah 61:3 KJV.
If you know-that you know-that you know Heavenly Dad is real, how would the decision that is in front of you RIGHT NOW look different? My second question: should you be praying for the impossible? If you believe Hevenly Dad is real, what is stopping you?
Until next time, Blessings!