For years and years I was given gifts and presents that looked more like they came from foe rather than friend. I received yellow towels with black stripes and pink towels with green polka dots, even though my bathroom was painted blue. It made you have to hold onto the walls. I wondered if maybe somewhere deep down inside this person really disliked me immensely.
I had a real passion to be color coordinated. I finally attained a financial position in life where I could afford to stick every eye-sore gift that I ever got in the back of a closet somewhere and get myself things that matched. I re-did my whole house. The carpets matched the walls and the walls matched the drapes and the drapes matched the bird cage. The bathroom especially became a piece of work with some of my nicest things on exhibit, except for this old, old rusty green bathroom scale sitting in the corner, ruining everything.
Many times a day my eyes would fall on this eye sore that was spoiling this grand display of my talent. I just wouldn´t throw it out for fear I would gain a pound.
One day, I found my pastor standing sheepishly at my front door with a gift under his arm.
"Donna" he says, "I wanted to buy you something to thank you for all the help you´ve been. When I came home with this bathroom scale, Kathy insisted I return it, but wait until you hear what happened. Incidentally, Donna, I am not insinuating that you look like you have need of one."
( I by the way, at that time, was nice and lean and trim, I´ll have you know.)
"I was compelled to buy this bathroom scale and as I was standing at the checkout counter, I heard God´s voice, as clear as if He spoke out loud say, ´Not BROWN, get BLUE´ so I went and exchanged the one I was holding for this blue one."
My mouth hung open as tears filled my eyes and Holy Ghost bumps ran up and down my arms. Such love, I can- not comprehend. I expect and know and truly believe that God will and does answer prayer when I or anybody else has a serious matter that requires the divine hand of God to supervene, as when my eldest son was diagnosed with cancer. We had no less than one thousand people praying across this nation and the Lord spared him from needing chemotherapy or radiation treatments and made him good as new. I thank God for His love and mercy and grace at those times. But when the God who hung the stars in place, who rules the universe, reaches down into my finite, minuscule life and shows me that He cares about the color of my bathroom scale just because it is important to me, it leaves me breathless.
Scripture says, ´Delight thyself in the Lord, and He shall give you the desires of your heart´.
He also says in His word that He knows the very number of the hairs on our head. This is not to prove His omniscience but rather to show His creation, you and me, how personal a God He is. He wants to be the God of not only our life, but every aspect of our life . He wants to have intimate fellowship with us. He desires to bless us. He knocks at the door of our hearts and yearns to be let in. The choice whether we open that door or not, is ours.
´Delight in Him´ means to spend time in His presence and hunger to know Him more. Search His heart and the things that are important to Him and find what path He has set for you to walk.
Blue bathroom scales come at a great price. Jesus paid that price with His life to enable us to be able to seek and find the heart of God and live encompassed by His endless love.
Copyright Donna Martonfi www.psalm40ministries Submitted 5/2/2003 2:12:18 AM | Post Comment