I wrote yesterday that our life the last few months has been a bit like standing behind a canvas while an artist paints a picture on the front of the canvas. You can see the artist's hand move, but you have no idea what he's painting. In the same way, we can see God's hand moving right now, but we have no idea what the final picture will look like. At some point, He'll turn the picture around and we'll see that all the recent grays have added depth and texture to a beautiful masterpiece.
It is my hope to share a few of the ways we've seen God's hand move lately. While we may not know what His plan is, we do know He is active. That by itself is a great comfort. He hasn't left us off.
So today, I start with a story of miraculous provision. There is nothing in the world that will ever convince me that this event isn't an absolute miracle.
A couple of weeks ago, my printer ran out of ink. It was bone dry, and the things I printed were completely blank. For a couple of weeks, I tried to make do without any copies, but last Monday I just needed to make some copies for the kids for our school. I haven't had the money to replace the ink cartridges, so I just stood beside the printer and asked the Lord to give me just a few copies-- enough to get through the week.
And then I started to copy.
And copy.
And copy.
At last count, I've made about 170 copies. With empty cartridges.
I just kept copying ahead for the next few weeks figuring that the ink would run out eventually. It hasn't yet.
The kids keep coming in and saying incredulously, "Is it still making copies?"
Over the whirr of the printer, the only words I can hear are, "Bless the Lord, O my soul."
Bless the Lord, O my soul.
And the Artist's hand moves again.
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Just had a moment to stop by- love that you learned to play a new instrument, the new pup, the sweet kiddo faces, but most of all, your heart. Praising God for the ways He loves on you and your family, Heidi.
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