I had a world wind type of weekend. I decided Wednesday afternoon at 4:30pm I was going on a conference leaving the next morning at 11am. Here is where I stop and Praise God for great friends, huge budgets, a director who understands my craziness and an advisor who constantly encourages me to make a choice for me. I spent three days in Washington DC learning how to be a better leader, and gaining a greater appreciation for the school I attend. The weekend was really blessed especially our last morning there. The three of us trekked to a Starbucks, and there is where I found God. Just like that cheesy song goes "On the corner of 4th", but there he was sitting on a lamp post asking for a few cents. My heart just broke, it was freezing out there and I was complaining about the jeans, and sweatshirt I was wearing that wasn't warm enough. So I went inside and got him a cup of coffee and an apple fritter. When I brought it outside I asked him his name and then I got really nervous. I knew all the things I was supposed to say like God loves you and I'm praying for you. But I could do nothing but give him the coffee, the fritter and tell him to have a nice day. When I walked back outside laughing and talking with my friends he said, thank you have a nice day and smiled. That was God, without a doubt in my mind.
But of course God wasn't done with me. I finally got on the plane and realized the novel I was reading for my class was missing. It turns out that I left it on my second flight on Thursday from Atlanta to Dulles. So I frantically emailed my professor. When I got to class I started to plea my case and ask for more time, when a student whom I never met walked over and said. I have the book why don't you just borrow my copy. BAM there's God again. Working on his time in my life through different people.
I've noticed this pattern in my life lately. God is constantly revealing HIMself to me in little ways. HE isn't this big showy man that performs miracles everyday. Instead he is planting a seed in my heart and watering it on his time.
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