Sunday, October 1, 2017

Sunday Scripture Blessings 10 1 17

Wherefore the law was our schoolmaster to bring us unto Christ that we might be justified by faith.
But the scripture hath concluded all under sin, that the promise by faith of Jesus Christ might be given to them that believe. But before faith came, we were kept under the law, shut up unto the faith which should afterwards be revealed. For ye are all the children of God by faith in Christ Jesus. But after that faith is come, we are no longer under a schoolmaster. There is neither Jew nor Greek, there is neither bond nor free, there is neither male nor female: for ye are all one in Christ Jesus.
Galatians 3:19-29 KJV

My Mailbox, a $10 dollar bill, and a prayer:

A few Springtime's ago around Easter, I attended Church with my son who was visiting from California. It was sentimental because he had come to spend time with us and he had brought our youngest grand-daughter who we'd rarely seen since she was born. She was now two at the time. Anyway, after that Church service that day, the cemetery where my mom is buried is on the way home. (My son had stayed after Church to visit some of his friends there, and I went on my way.)

I stopped at the cemetery to visit her grave since I rarely go there. Anyway, while there, I had the biggest urge to pray to Jesus and ask him to show me that my mom was with him (I assumed she was) and okay. In tears, I prayed fervently and said, Jesus, I know you have the power to show me that she is okay. I continued to visit and have my tearful time of missing my mom.

Then, I headed home to finish preparations for our Easter dinner. With dinner and days that past, I had forgotten my prayer.

It was a few days later that when I went to the mailbox, and looked down right in front of it, lay a $10 bill. Now, there is nothing across our road and behind our mailbox but an empty farm fields. On one side of our place is an abandoned building on that lot, and one neighbor to the other side. We are pretty much surrounded by farm fields. I then told my husband and son about my prayer and I considered it an answer/a sign. My husband laughed and said, your mom didn't throw down a $10 bill. He's very much a doubter. :)

My son suggested that I ask the only ones that would be going down our road and by our mailbox. The one that hangs a weekly paper on the mailbox hook, and our mail person. I did, and neither said they had lost any money that week.

Now, I know my mom didn't throw down a $10 to me to show she's okay, but I take it as a sign. However it got there, in our 35 years of living here, I've never found money outside our house or by the mailbox. So I'm claiming it as an answer to my prayer. I knew my mom was okay, but was nice to think Jesus heard my plea/prayer that day and needed some comforting. Miracles do happen, even small ones.

I, for some reason, find it hard to use this $10. It has been on my refrigerator for the past 3 years. Every time my son visits now, he comments that I still have that $10. May find a way to pass it forward to someone who needs a blessing.

The mailbox where the $10 lay folded on the ground right in front.

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  1. What a lovely story about answered prayer! Maybe you should keep that $10 on your refrigerator, as it's such a great way to talk about the Lord to everyone who asks you about it!

  2. I wouldn't use that $10 either. I believe God can speak and work in many ways and if that money is nothing other than a reminder that He's listening, then it has served its purpose and deserves a spot on the fridge!

  3. God works in mysterious ways! I love the unique ways that He speaks and moves in our lives.


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