When I prayed in March of 2014, I had no idea what God would do with my request! It was during Jim Bailey’s Legacy class. The prayer was something like this:
“Father, you came to heal us, to give us sight, deliver us, and set us free. Would you look under every rock, and overturn every stone in our hearts? Leave no place untouched by Your Spirit.”
Okay, we asked God to search our hearts. No big deal, right?
The next month, life was leveled by a series of events that left me in a broken heap, with little faith left in God. I didn’t talk to Him, and certainly didn’t want to hear anything He had to say.
During Legacy, I met Cheryl Stasinowsky, a very gifted counselor. We’d gone to coffee once during the summer. When life fell apart, I realized that our meeting was orchestrated by God. He’d opened a door before I knew I had a need. I had enough sense to step through it.
In September I began to meet with her every week. It’s been a difficult, although fascinating journey.
At the same time, kidney stones made themselves known. Gall stones as well. If you’ve ever had either, you know that they are not fun.
Week after week, Cheryl and I would address another stronghold within me…and I would pass a kidney stone, or two, or three! Not in the usual, painful way, though. I could feel them at the base of my kidney, then feel them drop down the tube into the ‘holding tank’. That was weird!
For the gall stones, I found a homeopathic remedy online – and it really worked!
Each time, after the Lord took down a stronghold, stones were ejected!
Abba was, indeed, looking under every rock and overturning every stone.
However, during this period, I also developed a massive kidney infection. It annoys me to have to go to a doctor to tell me what I already know – just so I can get an antibiotic!!
She did her fancy tests, and confirmed: Kidney infection. I took the written prescription and headed for the pharmacy, then went home to wait until it was ready to be picked up.
By the time I returned for the pills, the infection was gone.
It seemed silly to take pills for something I no longer had, so I stuck them in my drawer, knowing that I’d probably need them at a later date.
Fast-forward to last weekend.
By Thursday night, the packing was done and ready to be loaded into the car for our long weekend at the coast.
Friday morning I woke up with strep throat and bronchitis.
Great, I thought, I’m going to sleep away our vacation.
I’ve had to go to the doctor while we were out of town (kidney infection!), and it cost almost $600. I didn’t want to do that again.
Our doctor was on vacation, so a quick stop for a prescription was out of the question.
“Oh, Lord. What am I to do?”
The unused medicine came to mind. Where had I put the pills? That was several months ago.
After I found them, I looked up the medication online and discovered that it was also used for respiratory infections and strep throat.
Woohoo! By Saturday I was feeling much better.
On Sunday afternoon, we sat on the gravel beach at Dry Lagoon (just north of Trinidad). The waves were slowly advancing, for high tide was on its way.
Our quest: agates.
I’ve been reading Beautiful Outlaw by John Eldredge who said that you can tell a great deal about an artist by his work.
Since I was holding a handful of stones, I began to really look at each one. I realized that in my hand were more than 20 different types of rock!
I began to share what I’d been reading with my husband, and said, “This beach is evidence of the extravagance of God. You know, God could have given us one type of rock, one type of grass, of bush, of tree, and even soil. He didn’t have to give us a variety.
“After all, He didn’t spend millennium in the lab trying to figure out an ecosystem that worked. HE decided how it would all work together. He is the originator of the ecosystem…and, therefore, is not limited by it.
“Yet, He chose to give us such a diverse and interesting planet on which to live. By His work, we can see how amazing He really is!”
“WAVE!” my husband yelled, grabbing for his backpack.
I grabbed my flip-flops and scrambled for higher ground. The ‘sneaker’ wave rolled over my pants before I could get clear.
Finally on my feet, I walked up the incline.
“Hey! We were talking about You…and nicely, too,” I said to the Lord with a grin. “You owe us an agate! Oh, all right. I know. You don’t owe us anything.”
Moving to a new spot, I looked down. At my feet was…
…a beautiful smoky agate…
…in the shape of a heart.
I love the playfulness of my Father!