On the verge of a miracle

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As I have said before, for  years now God usually wakes me up with a certain song or verse playing in my head, which is meant to guide me in some way.

This morning the line was “Your on the verge of a miracle.”

This is an encouragement, as I am in need of one. 

God had me tell my landlord I am moving out by August 1st. That is only two short months away.

God has placed on my heart a huge desire to go to England and has given me some money to move but I am waiting for a miracle to happen and a door that only He can open to swing wide.

But that said, I know Gods leading enough in my life that I am willing to keep doing what He is leading me to do, even though I may appear very, very, very foolish.

Today I am going to spend a fair amount of money taking cats to a vet to begin the process of what they need to get to England.

Do I want to waste the money I have on something that will not be necessary if Ido not receive my miracle?

Not at all.

But again God has lead me here.

After prayer and fasting I know that he would not have led me to the edge of a sea, with what feels like Egyptians on my back, unless He was about to do something big.

What it boils down to is I trust God because I know Him. 

He would not be leading me in such a way if I did not trust Him.

Do you trust God to lead you to places where you need a miracle or you are sunk?

Do you really trust Him with everything?

Tell Him, and then hang on because its going to be a bumpy ride.

But worth it in the end.

 

 

Why God sent me a cat in the middle of the night

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Most of the time I am super excited about what God has for me in England.

Sometime however, I am overcome with questions and angst about how it all is going to come together.

Last night, right in the middle of it, was one of those times.

The enormity of how much is supposed to get done in two months’ time, just plain freaked me out, so I turned to God and asked that He please calm my fears and give me peace.

I then heard a noise and turned my head to find my daughters cat (who was inches from my face) staring at me.

I picked her up and plopped her on my lap. She started purring instantly and fluffing me up before laying down.

This would not be remarkable except that this cat has never liked me. This cat loves my children but what usually happens when I pick her up is that she immediately scrambles to get away.

As I pet her and her purrs grew louder my fears grew smaller.

So why did God send me a cat in the middle of the night?

While it is true that God sent me the cat to calm my fears, and bring me peace.

The real answer is that God sent me the cat because He loves me.

Photo= Lisa Cline

P.S. that pic is of the actually cat….her name is Marshmallow