It's most often the little things that remind us of God's love for us.
Just yesterday, I went for my camera to take a picture for a post (which will come soon). It wasn't in it's usual spot, nor was it anywhere else that I looked. I couldn't even begin to imagine where my boys had dragged it off to. I just knew as I looked high, but mostly low, that we were going to have to buy another camera, AGAIN. I searched the sandbox and the dirt pile the boys love to play in. I searched through the toys and under beds without any luck. Could it be that someone had stolen it while looking through our house? After all, that's how we've lost our other cameras (entering our home and stealing them on two different occasions). We don't seem to have much luck with our cameras. I was getting upset and thinking how tired I am of having to replace our camera because someone else decided they needed ours more than we did. I was getting after my boys and talking a little too loudly at them to help me find the camera. Then, feeling so unworthy, I halfheartedly took the matter to Heavenly Father, asking Him to help me find it. I felt that it was such a trivial,unimportant thing. I also knew that while I had no idea where it was, God did and He could help me find it. I thought hard of the last place I had seen it, of where it could possibly be, but nothing came to me.
So as the story goes, this morning, not even thinking about my camera, I was standing in the kitchen. Before I could do anything, there was Ben trying to stick a remote in the garbage can (their favorite place to play), and all of a sudden it hit me. I knew exactly where the camera was. In my mind I saw it in the bottom of the garbage bag I had just taken out minutes before to the garbage can ready to be sent off to the landfill forever. Yes, I did it. I went through that gross, stinky, ant infested bag, piece by piece and there it was in it's case, a little stinky but not dirty, in the bottom of the garbage bag (which still does not make me grateful for the ants, by the way).
In Luke 11, the disciples of Christ ask Jesus about prayer. He gives some wise counsel in the verses that follow about how whatsoever we ask shall be given. I am so grateful to our Heavenly Father. I know that what may seem small or unimportant really is important to Him because it is important to us. He does love us. He hears our pleas to Him in faith, even our halfhearted prayers, and He answers, even when we may not deserve it. I have no doubt that the Spirit led me to look in the garbage. It wasn't just a coincidence or something I thought of on my own. It was clearly the Spirit prompting me and I'm so grateful I followed.
Hmmmm, maybe I should have a little chat with Him about those ants. . .
11 now let's hear it from you:
What a cute story, and quite the miracle! Whenever I think I have lost something I always think that there is a slight possibility of it being at the bottom of the garbage can. If my stomach is strong enough, I check. It is never there!
What a grand reward for garbage picking!
Sorry, don't ask why I was logged in as Chantra...
This was my original message:
That sounds like when I lost my cell phone. I knew that it was missing but did not search well enough at that point to realize that it was no where to be found. I watched the garbage man driving away and remember thinking, ugh there goes my phone. I never found it and know it was in that truck. I wish that I had the chance to garbage pick.
Great story. I know the feeling that you are talking about. The feeling where you know it is coming from the spirit. I am glad you listened.
Bon, yeah, how is it you were logged in as Chantra??? Are you sabbotaging her blog?
Yeah, Bon, what's the story?
Sharon, I'm glad you found your camera. Now that you know where it was, do you wonder if the other cameras weren't really taken by people looking at your house? Does it make you wonder what else you've lost that way? I know I've found things in the garbage, put there by whichever baby/toddler I have at the time, that I wasn't real pleased the kid put there. I have looked there on purpose for things before, and I've also happened across things that I didn't know were even there while looking for something else or while pulling the bag out of the can and noticing something in the bottom that didn't belong there. Yuck! It's no fun digging, but I'd rather find it then than to realize it when it's too late or never find it I guess. It does make me wonder what else may have ended up there, without me knowing.
Way to listen! :-)
I am pretty sure now that we have lost a set of keys that way. Ammon was the last one seen with them. I never would have thought to look in the garbage. Now I will always know to look there.
As for the other cameras dissapearing, those were taken by people breaking and entering our home on two separate occasions. I'm sure you remember that. I really honestly didn't think someone would take my camera and felt bad for accusing anyone of taking my camera while they were here, but you really have to wonder sometimes.
I definitely remember those instances; I just thought you were talking about something else more recent too. I'm glad that nothing else has happened. And you're right; you really do never know! :-)
The garbage eh? One night when we were in school Matt had to go to work (he worked graveyards) and we couldn't find the keys to the car. We looked everywhere. We even woke Jeremy up and asked him where they were. The next morning I asked Jeremy again and he took me out to the garage and opened the gas tank and they were sitting right next to the spout.
I love that you were able to recognize the Spirit in your life.
I had to dig thru a bag of baby diapers that I had thrown in the community dumpster at byuh and then retrieved with the same feeling. Guess what I was looking for and found? My wedding rings! I found them at the bottom corner of the bag just as I heard the garbage truck come to pick up the dumpster. Heavenly Father saved my marriage. And your camera. I love that guy.
Pip,
it seems like I remember that story. I will always know from now on to check through the garbage when I can't find something.
I think the garbage digging is just another one of our motherly duties!! I have at many times fell to my knees asking God to just give me a hint of where to find the simplest, yet smallest things and even after praying I may have to look still but in the end I am led to find it.(Even if it was to find my favorite scrapbook scissors).
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