I love to hear stories of how God made Himself real to people in their every day situations; how He always comes through and meets a need. But better yet, I love it when He comes through and meets my own need, or simply sends a blessing to show that He loves me. I call those 'blessings from heaven.' It never ceases to amaze me how loving and compassionate He is. The wonderful thing about Him is that among all the people in this world, He can hear my little voice in the midst of all the noise and craziness of this world and answers to my exact need. Though millions of others are asking Him for something at the same time, He still hears me, my tiny little cry, and comes through. That is because He is God.
Just last night I read a story of a friend and how God came through and provided for her the exact amount of money she needed after giving away some money for a good cause. God always blesses when you give something to Him. I call that the heavenly savings account...it will come back to you when you need it because God's bank will never go out of business.
And then back in October, my mother shared with me how God gave her a special birthday blessing and allowed her to find some old letters my dad had written to her, something she thought he had thrown away years ago. It gave me goosebumps to hear her tell it because not only did it prove to her that God was still there beside her, loving on her, but it gave me peace to know that she is in good hands. God will never leave her side and He is watching over her every step of the way. If He will help her find some letters, then what bigger and better things will He do for her when the need arises?
Back in April, the day before it would have been my dad's birthday if he was still on this earth, I saw something that made me pause and think. I was on my way to school with the children and we were about to cross the bridge over the highway when out from the trees a little white bird flew across the road right in front of us and went into a tree on the opposite side of the road. I think I mentioned it to JJ who was sitting beside me, and asked him if he had seen it. I thought I was seeing things because wild birds are not normally pure white. They are always brightly colored and flash their beautiful streaks of blues and reds when they fly. This one was white. It left me wondering if someone's pet had escaped from their cage, or if it may have been an albino bird, something very rare to see. I continued on and went about my day not thinking too much about what I had seen earlier. Until the next morning...
It was my dad's birthday, though he was celebrating up in heaven. I was again on the way to school, same exact time, same exact place, and suddenly that little white bird flew across the road in front of me, just like the day before. It was déjà vu for me and I was stunned. This time a few of the children saw the bird so I knew I was not imagining it. The same little flutter, dip, and flash of white across the road into the trees caused my heart to jump. I continued on that day with a warm feeling inside. I never saw that bird again after that. I do not know why He allowed me to see it two days in a row, especially that particular day, but I felt like God had given me a blessing from heaven. It gave me a peace that my dad was having the best birthday ever in heaven. I thought back to the day we had my father's funeral. We were at the grave site and the director of the funeral home had brought two beautiful white doves. As a final event for the service, with the fluffy clouds overhead, and the beautiful mountains surrounding us, he quoted a beautiful Irish poem about being released to heaven and how one day we would meet again. He released those two doves and tossed them high into the air. They circled around and around in the skies and finally one got his bearing and began heading in the direction of his home, the other one quickly following behind. It was an amazing end to the service. Just like my dad had gone home to heaven, we will follow in his path someday and meet him there.
Isaiah 40:28 says, " Hast thou not known? hast though not heard, that the everlasting God, the Lord, the Creator of the ends of the earth, fainteth not, neither is weary? there is no searching of his understanding." He will never grow tired and stop listening to our voices, no matter how minor we think our need is. His understanding goes way beyond what our earthly minds can comprehend, and He sees each tear we shed. I love the verse in Psalms that says He stores each of our tears in a bottle. He loves us so much that He saves each tear drop and remembers how frail and human we are. So, what blessing will God give you this week, or even today? Ask the Lord to give you a blessing from heaven, and when He answers, don't be surprised. Just share it with someone else and pass the blessing along. :)