Gift wrapped

Good gifts 2

A few years ago, my Mom and Dad in law proposed an idea. They asked if my husband and I wanted to talk. At first I thought maybe something was wrong, but there wasn’t. They wanted to run something by us and see how we felt about it. They presented us with the idea of combining households. They wanted to downsize, we needed to upsize. We were bursting at the seams in our house. We were crammed in a small house with 3 kids. They wanted less land and house to worry about for the sake of travels and retiring eventually. They were wondering if we would be interested in this pursuit if they built an apartment onto the side of the main house, moved into the apartment, and we moved into the larger house. I think I was a lot surprised. I asked them if they were sure, and they laughed and told us that they’d been thinking about it for awhile and they were sure they were sure. After agreeing that we felt interested and taking a couple days to mull it over and let it stew a bit, my husband and I agreed that this had way more pro’s than cons. We felt pretty sure this was a wise idea. This would offer more freedom financially, and even offer more peace of mind to have 2 more adults on the same plot of land. We agreed and marched ahead.

Fast forward a couple years. My awesome Dad in law, was building this situation from the ground up a majority of the time completely by himself. Somehow both Aaron and I have fathers that are so savvy with engineering electricity, construction, and car repair, that with each other’s help, they could probably build a radio tower out of paper clips, and a blow torch. I kid you not. They have resuscitated our vehicles from the grips of death, and raced to our home to help fix plumbing emergencies at 10pm. I bet they both wonder how they procreated and managed to come up with the engineeringly lame. The first thing I think to do on the side of the road with a flat tire, is to call AAA and then cry while I wait because I almost died careening as the tire blew out. I know how to change a tire but I’m way to crippled now to actually do it. I learned to change the oil when I was 17, because my dad was trying to make sure I had some life basics. The first session ended with me unscrewing the frame of the car, and then the oil glug glugging right into my face and hair. I didn’t know that the oil would spew out right after you remove that screw. Who knew? I know, I am mildly pathetic. I just don’t excel in this area at all. Once I asked my Dad in law how he made a windmill that charges a battery that can light their house. About 60 seconds in I was way over my head and wasting his oxygen. I was lost. I don’t know how the lightbulb works, I’m just glad it does when I flip on a switch and I have NO idea whatsoever how wireless phones work on wifi. Wifi is a crazy awesome mystery. Invisible waves making pretty pictures on my phone. I like it and get really annoyed when it doesn’t work, but I wouldn’t know the first thing about how to fix it. Aaron would rather deglove a finger, if it wasn’t his trigger finger and it meant he never had to work on another house or car repair in his life. These are the offspring of a DiVinci and an Alexander Graham Bell.

My Father in law had been working all this time to build this apartment and they are living half in the big house and half in the apartment. We hadn’t put our house up for sale yet, but the progress we were seeing was letting the reality of this arrangement begin to set in. I found a worry flash through my mind one week. The house we’d be moving into, had somewhat of a jigsaw floor plan for the laundry room. The washer and dryer and a shelf were in the little laundry room in a funny floor plan that made it very difficult to navigate for me. I still have a lot of trouble bending over and I can’t lift anything heavy. I thought for a bit about how hard that might be, but then pushed it out of my mind. I couldn’t worry about that now. I had other things to worry about before that.

A week later I went over to my in law’s house. I walked in and my Mom in law said, “Amy, I gotta show you what Dad did.” She went over to the laundry room folding door and pulled it open. I was stunned. The floor plan and set up was now a galley style. One beautiful straight line of appliances with enough room to access the cabinets, pantry and even pull a rolling hamper on wheels in to easily load a washing machine and dryer. I just started to cry. I hadn’t once even mentioned that worry. Dad had just felt he should do it. I will never be able to express what it means to me still. Every time I have done laundry since moving into our house, I have been thankful for this blessing. God knew that worry and He planted a seed in Dad’s mind, and Dad moved on that thought and in no small words, it is a miracle. A miracle that God orchestrated. God knew my worry and He answered a worry I never even prayed about. This isn’t the first time God has done this for me.

When I was pregnant with my second son Alex, I was visiting my parents where they lived in Ohio at the time. I’d fallen asleep for a nap and had a dream. In my dream, I was praying on my knees in front of a great big picture window. I suddenly looked up at the sky through the window. The sky was magnificent. Color I can’t describe and brightness I can’t portray, were revealed as a dark sky had parted. I knew in that moment that Christ was here, and we were going to meet him. I felt an incredible joy wash over me and an awe and excitement. I was elated. Then I woke up.

For most of my life I’d dreaded any talk about Christ’s return. I was scared. I didn’t want to have to endure the time that could be before it, and I didn’t particularly love the idea of the earth being wrapped up like a scroll before I could accomplish some stuff in my life. I know this is naive, but I felt dread every time it was spoken about. I never told anyone that. This dream changed that. It was an answer to a prayer, I’d never had the wisdom to pray. That dream gave me a peace that could only be given by God letting me experience a fraction of the joy I will feel if I am still obeying Him and loving Him when His son returns. I won’t miss the earth and the worries here. I will be overcome with joy when that time comes. When I woke up from the dream I was surprised at my emotions being completely positive. Another miracle, I’d never prayed for.

It’s awesome and sometimes perplexing to know that God can answer worries I’ve never prayed for, but sometimes it feels like he won’t answer a prayer I’ve prayed about for years. Sometimes we don’t understand His answers or lack of answers. Sometimes He is a God of pillars of fire, parting of the sea’s, and earthquakes that bury entire cities and thrust up plains into mountains. Sometimes He is the God that whispers a thought into our mind, the God who sends a friend at the right time in our lives, and the God that sits with you in silence as you cry. He is all the same complex and most magnificent being in all the universe. He is also your father and my father. I don’t understand His answers sometimes, but I do believe His promises. He proves Himself over and over. Like my Dad here on earth first loved me…so did God. I love Him because He first loved me.

1st John 4:19

We love him, because he first loved us.

Mathew Chapter 7: 7-11

7. Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you:

8. For every one that asketh receiveth; and he that seeketh findeth; and to him that knocketh it shall be opened.

9. Or what man is there of you, whom if his son ask bread, will he give him a stone?

10. Or if he ask a fish, will he give him a serpent?

11. If ye then, being evil, know how to give good gifts unto your children, how much more shall your Father which is in heaven give good things to them that ask him?

So we know this…God loves us and He only gives good gifts. Sometimes good gifts for our souls, are not the gifts we would choose for our comfort. Only a father has the wisdom and experience to know what is best for his child in the long run. Sometimes my kids beg for candy and I say no, because it’s not good for them and it’s not the right thing for the time. Sometimes I say yes to candy because it’s a good time, and won’t affect them negatively. Sometimes my kids want to have things that are not wisdom. A good parent that loves their child, knows that wisdom comes with training. Training takes time. Sometimes a short time and sometimes a long time, depending on the skills being taught and the willingness of the child to learn.

Hebrews 10:35&36

35. Cast not away therefore your confidence, which hath great recompence of reward.

36. For ye have need of patience, that, after ye have done the will of God, ye might receive the promise.

Philippians 1:6

Being confident of this very thing, that he which hath begun a good work in you will perform it until the day of Jesus Christ:

God answers every prayer. Sometimes it’s yes, sometimes it’s no, but sometimes the answer is just not yet. He even knows the prayers of your heart, your secret thoughts and   He wants you to keep asking while you wait. Your Father in Heaven already has a gift you’ve been asking for, He may just still be wrapping it.

 

 

 

 


2 thoughts on “Gift wrapped

  1. Thank you Amy for this “word in due season”. For awhile now I’ve been focusing on thoughts
    like 2 Timothy 2:3 Endure hardness, as a good soldier of Jesus Christ. Obviously this school of
    thought is very important in the life of a Christian who God is sanctifying. However, what you
    wrote this time (as always) is very timely for me, not to mention, a pure delight! We need not
    always be “in the school of hard knocks”, as they say. For, as you stated, there are also times of
    blessing from our heavenly Father! Hebrews 13:8, James 1:17 and 1 Corinthians 1:20 all came
    to my mind and are also included in sanctification of our souls. Our heavenly Father blesses as
    well as disciplines………thank you for this blessing of a reminder!

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