Daily Archives: April 17, 2009

Even littl’ ‘ol me…

Saul turned and left Samuel. At that very moment God transformed him—made him a new person! And all the confirming signs took place the same day. —1 Samuel 10

Saul was a nobody, literally.

When Samuel showed up to anoint him as the new king, he actually hid from the prophet. When found, he protested that he was the least of the least family of the least tribe of Israel and couldn’t Samuel please go find somebody else.

The only thing Saul had going for him was his good looks.

That, and his inclination to follow orders. Samuel told him to do whatever he was instructed to do and guaranteed him that God would be with him.

This really warms the cockles of my heart! Little ol’ insignificant me can catch God’s attention with my obedience. He sees me. When he gives me a job to accomplish, he will transform me into a new person to achieve the desired ends.

I find that to be on the neat side of the equation…

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God of the Sandstorm

If you’ve followed my post this week, you saw the one about the green dot.

My son in the army in Iraq was in a precarious position, life-threatening. Hundreds of folks back here in began to pray. The theme that many of them centered on was on making him and his fellow soldiers invisible to the enemy.

God responded with the unthinkable, though exactly in the way he was petitioned.

A massive sandstorm that created an absolute blackout situation for more than eight hours swooped down on them at practically the moment they headed out. For the enemy to attack, it was imperative for them to be able to see the soldiers. Though slow going for the soldiers to get back to their forward operating base, they arrived safely, without incident, because of the sandstorm.

The sandstorm was their protector.

Your thunder roared from the whirlwind;
xxxxxthe lightning lit up the world!
xxxxxThe earth trembled and shook.
Your road led through the sea,
xxxxxyour pathway through the mighty waters—
xxxxxa pathway no one knew was there!
xxxxx xxxxx xxxxx xxxxx—Psalms 77:18-19

I am awed that I serve the God of the sandstorm…