“Search me oh God and know my heart…”
I prayed that prayer last month.
Four weeks later I’m almost laughing at my naivety.
I’m telling you people, there are some prayers God answers without hesitation.
Just days after that petition rolled off my lips, God sent me a letter.
Right to my little white mailbox at the end of my driveway.
Okay…the letter wasn’t from God, I know this because it was full to the brim with hateful mean words and slicing accusation.
Nevertheless God used it.
It took a minute (or a week) for me to see God on the pages.
It was so over the top, at first one of my reactions was to simply rip it up and forget it, but words, as you know, are powerful. And once they’re written or said they tend to take up residence in a person.
And so began days of the hateful words seeping into me like poison.
Days of dropping to my knees and asking God to keep me from bitterness.
And finally, days of asking God to show me the things that were true in those hateful words.
Because I believe that nothing comes to me except it’s first filtered through the fingers of a loving God.
I asked Him to search my heart…
Still counting gifts sweet friends…
# 835- The Father using evil for good…