I go to a great church! I started going there in the late '70's (does that make me old or what!) when my kids were still kids. Ok,,,I went to some other churches from time to time, moving around and all, but this church, well this church is home. And there are still so many folks from whenever I started going there that are still there, it's downright heartwarming. One of those people that I treasure, always have, is my special friend, the pastor's wife. Most everyone calls her Sister Bee. I call her Mom. She's been like a Mom to me for as long as I can remember. And I love her with all my heart.
You need to know this. Sis Bee loves jewelry.
This Mother's Day her beautiful daughter gave her something really special---the loveliest, shiniest, flashiest bracelet and necklace to match. The bracelet was similar to a tennis bracelet, but the cubic Z's were "O's" and the links were all silver "M's"...so it spelled "M-O-M-O-M-O-M" all around her wrist when she wore it. The necklace was a circle on a silver chain, and it, too, spelled "M-O-M-O-M" as the letters formed the circle in silver links and cubic Z's. Just plain stunning!
And as sweet a lady as Sis Bee is, I told her, the "M-O-M's" turned upside down spelled "W-O-W-O-W", too!
Now the story.....
This last Sunday evening at church service a number of the young people were going up for prayer. The Holy Spirit was moving in a mighty and precious way, and believers all over the auditorium were worshipping the Lord, lost in the Spirit. Some of the young people began to return to their seats, and I noticed one little girl was dangling a flashy-looking piece of jewelry from her fingers. My first thought was, "That looks like Sister Bee's bracelet." But my rational mind took over and I didn't act on the thought. My second thought was, "That's quite a flashy-looking bracelet for such a little girl to have." Again, my rational mind took over and I didn't act on the thought. A third thought flitted through my mind, "Put the nab on that little girl and ask to see that bracelet." Gee, you think by now, my rational mind would have gotten a clue, but no, I did not act on that thought either.
But, God was not finished yet.
A few moments later, several of these little girls who had gone up for prayer, were now back over by where I was sitting, and they began to raise a bit of a ruckus. They were running back and forth, just being a little wild and silly. By now, I had forgotten all about the flashy piece of jewelry the one little girl was dangling around. What I did notice was that all the adults who normally keep an eye on these little kids were pretty much all lost in the Spirit of the Lord and the little ones were getting a bit out of hand. My friend next to me commented that someone ought to do something. Well, I just got up, and went up to the group of little girls who were acting up and said in as nice a way as I could, "Girls, please go sit down." All the girls began to settle except for two. They took off and headed for the foyer of the church. I was a little concerned - what if they went outside, I thought. So I followed them. Hopefully they were just headed for the bathroom. They saw me, and they did head for the bathroom. I followed the girls into the bathroom, and spoke to them. "Hi girls, how are you doing?" "Fine," giggle, giggle. "My name is Marilyn. What are your names?" I asked them. "Miciah," one said. "Samantha," said the other. "It's nice to meet you," said I. "See you back inside, okay?" said I, and I left the bathroom, and waited til they came out and headed back inside the sanctuary.
After service, I started to leave. I had even gotten into my car and started it, when I remembered I had not said "goodnight" to Sister Bee. I reparked my car and entered the church again, and found Sister Bee on the platform. The first words out of her mouth were, "I lost my bracelet," she said very downheartedly. I instantly had a revelation, "Oh my word!" I said, "I know who has it."
And I told her the story. It was Miciah who had the bracelet. And God had made sure, that if I didn't listen to any of His other prompts, that at the very least, I would find out her name. And I did. Sister Bee immediately called the gentleman who transported those children to and from the church for that evening's service. He ended up going directly to the home of that little girl in a matter of minutes, and he brought "Mom's" bracelet to her that night.
I talked to Mom about 11: 15 pm that night. We were both headed for bed. And I couldn't help but marvel at how our God is soooooo in the details. I also thought, "If He is so careful about these little things, why is it we can't trust Him with the big ones."
Jesus said, in Mark 11:22 "Have faith in God."
In fact, the organizers of the Bible, where the chapters and the verses begin and end and all, must have considered that verse so important, they gave it a verse all it's own!