Tuesday, January 12, 2010

The Proof is in the Butter.

The proof is in the Butter today.

Not this Butter

THIS Butter.

I have been dealing with a sinus thing for over a week now. It seems to consume my thoughts. "Why can't I get better?"

"Is this thing almost done YET?"

You've all been there, done it...

I watched the train wreck called the Bachelor last night. It's one of my guilty pleasures. Now that I know the whole thing is fake...well, I can watch it differently. See, I BELIEVE in LOVE.
I want to believe that people can go on a show and find TRUE LOVE. I want to believe that you can find LOVE anywhere. Because the TRUTH is, GOD shows up in the most amazing places, in the most AWESOME ways. I've witnessed this first hand with the meeting of my now Husband.
I guess I will have to wait until Heaven to see the TRUE Reality show called LOVE.

Things that have sunk into this mind:

  • Love isn't letting people do whatever they want. That is often cowardice or apathy. Love cares enough to tell the truth.~ Rick Warren

  • God anointed Jesus with the power of the Holy spirit and power, and he went around doing good...(Acts 10:38) Joyce Meyer went on to say: That is spiritual warfare...if we go out everyday determined to be a blessing to those around us, instead of having a pity party regardless of how we feel; the devil won't know what to do with us.

  • In the same message she said: Satan relentlessly seeks to build strongholds in our lives. He tells lies, if you believe it, it becomes true for you. Thoughts go out ahead of you. If they are negative and lousy, you'll have a negative and lousy life. You must right your mind. Take every thought captive. Say OUT LOUD what the bible says is true.

  • My grace is sufficient for you. For my power is made perfect in weakness. (2Corinthians 12:9)
Which brings me right back to where I started: The proof is in the Butter.
I have been feeling weak. Unworthy. Plain. Useless. Bitter. Envious...the list could go on.
But literally the proof was in the butter.
It is ironic that the butter I use is called Promise.
Hmmm, do you see where this is going?
Maybe you are clever...
My Comfort in my suffering is this: Your promise preserves my life.
Psalm 119:50
I'm not referring to my suffering in the sinus department, I mean the daily struggle to hold captive my thoughts, spend time in the word, fight spiritual warfare with the great deceiver who wishes to hold me down in his lies.
I have this thing: I like to say "Hey God, it's me Sara, I could use a little sign today. Something, you know, just to let me know you hear me..."
There are times where I think "HeLLO, is this thing ON?" (tapping the prayer mic)
And then there are days where I'm sure he is just sitting waiting on ME to see him and I go about my day, doot da doo, completely sidetracked and oblivious.
But today, it seemed there was a "good connection".
I could not fall asleep last night, my mind was working overtime. I may have finally fallen off to sleep about 4:30am, just before Hubby crawls back into bed from the paper route, which always wakes me up...I got up this morning pretty much thinking this day was going to absolutely suck. I would defiantly be loosing my temper at some point because crabby is a fact when Sara doesn't get her sleep. I got up, mumbled good morning, shuffled into the kitchen and got the coffee started, put my Eggo's in the toaster and waited. I mindlessly poured the coffee, creamer and took out the eggos, grabbing the butter. (I eat two eggos lightly buttered in the mornings.)
I grabbed the knife, scooped up the butter, pausing long enough to notice what had appeared on my knife.
I stood there staring, Is that really a heart formed by my butter?
Okay, not butter, but PROMISE?
That is no random thing. I couldn't do that again if I spent the next 3 years trying, and I'm pretty crafty and determined when I want to be.
GOD met me this morning in my kitchen, over Eggos and he smiled at me.
He knows I've been distracted by sickness.
He knows that I haven't been the best daughter, or the most obedient.
Today I think he wanted to give me a little LOVE, because that is exactly what I wasn't expecting this morning.
Father God, Thank you, for the love you give me everyday, even the days I fail to acknowledge it. Thank you for all the ways you protect me, guide me and teach me.
Thank you for your Promise.
In the name of my lord Jesus, Amen.


  1. that is awesome!!! our God is so creative that way!!!

  2. This rocked, Sara. I'm going to go back and ready it again. Thanks for blessing us with it!

  3. Nice...

    P.S. I love the idea of you tapping the prayer mic. ;)


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