a time to grieve; a time to dance

Have you ever found a glistening coin on the bed of a flowing stream? You point at it but your friend isn't quite able to see it. Or maybe your friend is pointing at something at a short distance and, for all your neck-craning, you can't quite see what it is.

This blog is exactly that. This is me pointing at something that I know is there and hope you'd see, too. Whether it's at a golden mask at the bottom of the well or an eagle soaring high in the sky, I wish you Happy Looking!

23 June 2011

Borrowed Story: In life or elevators

I heard this story on K-Love radio:

I was stuck in the elevator between the fifth and sixth floors. I began panicking because I was alone. The elevator won't budge. I even called 911 to help me out. I began to be really scared and anxious, and then I thought to myself: "Wait a minute. God, why am I afraid? You are here with me."

Immediately the elevator started slowly descending and the elevator doors opened and let me out on the first floor. There were all sorts of people there looking out at me. The repairman came and yelled, "Is there anybody in there?"
I said, "I was in there." And he asked, "How did you get out?"

"I prayed."

And all the people looked at me as if I was crazy. (She laughs.) But it's true. You pray, you give God your faith, and He takes care of you.

Well, sometimes it takes for us to get stuck--in life or in elevators--to recognize how powerful God's love for us is. Prayer is the crazy option sometimes but it does put us in direct contact with the Creator of the Universe.
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