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February 20, 2004 Where is he? Why
doesn’t he call? Has he forgotten us? Was it something we said?
These thoughts consumed
my wife and me this past week. We had a promise. He would come the week
of the 8th. Well, maybe we misunderstood. Perhaps it was the week of
the 15th. Evidently NOT. We hadn’t
appreciated our kitchen countertop’s importance until this would-be
makeover artist hacked ours into pieces and dumped it beside the driveway.
The destruction prepared the way for the transformation that has taken
place over the past three weeks. The new countertop will pretty much
finish off our project. (Then you can read life lessons taken from something
else) The countertop symbolized
major progress for our kitchen. The countertop would allow full use
of our kitchen. We were ready. We were waiting. We hadn’t heard
anything from the installer for over two weeks. There’s a
promise I’m living and waiting for that makes this kitchen seem
like peanuts. It is just too easy to act like I live for a counter instead
of my Savior. I can think I will go crazy if the installer doesn’t
call and then let a painting job distract me from prayer and devotion. I was thrilled when
he drove into our drive yesterday and said he’d have the job finished
next week. But am I willing to put as much energy into living for that
promise of a much better coming? Am I as even more eager to hear His
voice? I choose to be. “I will come
again and receive you to myself so that where I am, there you may be
also.” Where is He? Why
doesn’t He come? I’m ready, let’s get this done! Under His
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