Ever Have Those Moments?

Ever have those moments?
 Those clearly defined teachable moments where it seems almost irresponsible not to impart your newly acquired knowledge and understanding with anyone and everyone within the sound of your voice.  One of those eye-opening moments when what you have heard in a sermon or teaching truly must have been meant for someone to glean life lessons from.  "They" really needed to hear this message.  When all this time...the teaching is absolutely and completely meant JUST FOR YOU.  Our ability to "share" wisdom with others and help them "hear from the Lord" sometimes clouds our own judgement and vision and keeps us (me) from the teachable moments meant for us (me).

It all comes down to this.....I am the student who needs those moments.

Teach me your ways, O Lord, and I will walk in your truth; give me an undivided heart, that I may fear your name.  Psalm 86:11

Rough Week

This past week has taught me to be more diligent in my prayer life.  I know God is always listening, but a lot of the time I fail to ask Him for seemingly small things.  However, this week has been an especially trying one for me.  Clearly I am not a good sick person.  I do not function well "under the weather".  I am such a whiner and complainer when it comes to not feeling well and I really even hate to admit that.  All that to say that I had a real eye opening experience this past week while spending my nights and days on the couch. (because when I laid down I coughed non stop and pulled a muscle in my side)

On Saturday night, after the festivities for Colton's big 1st birthday, I started to feel a little yucky. (medical term, I know)  My left side of my throat was on fire and I just had a dry and hacking couch.  I did have a few chills but nothing too dramatic.  By Sunday evening I was full on feverish and probably contagious.  For the next 5 days I did literally nothing but sleep for 2-3 hours a night and lay on the couch.  Early Monday morning I was convinced that I would be going to the doctor for my sore throat but as I finally fell asleep around 3:15 I decided that maybe I should just turn it over the the Lord and let Him show me what to do.  Brilliant, I know.  In the big scheme of things this is seemingly small potatoes, but when I woke up at 5:00 a.m. my sore throat was completely healed.  I mean truly no sign of it.  Did everything else clear up as well? No.  Did I sleep through the night for the next 4 nights? No.  But my sore throat was gone.  

My week has been full of sleepless nights and exhausted days, but in this I can be sure...I serve a living God who cares about all of my needs.  It all comes down to this..."The Lord is my strength and my shield; in him my heart trusts, and I am helped; my heart exults, and with my song I give thanks to him."  Psalms 28:7