Lost and Found

In my quiet time this morning I was reflecting on God and how He works in the little and big things in my life.  My Blog has been silent over the past few months.  It is not because God has been silent in my life.  I have been reading, studying, and practicing His presence.  The more I yield to His presence, the more He is able to teach me.  He shows me His favor as I walk in obedience.  As I listen to His direction and honor His leading in my life, He honors me.  He takes care of me.

We are all in a different place as we walk through the spiritual journey of our lives.  I am 72 years old.  The Lord has always been with me.  I can look back and remember when I have had times of spiritual growth, times of spiritual doubt, and times of being unaware of God’s activity in my life.  Over the years I have grown from a baby Christian to a mature Christian; feeding on the milk of the word to being in a place where I feed on the meat of the word.  The more I know God and His word, the more I realize how much I don’t know.  I have a hunger and a thirst for God, for His word, and for His teachings in my life.  I know that I will never “arrive” but I will keep on walking my spiritual journey until it is time for this life time to end. 

I have always tried to be very sensitive to the place where others are when they read my Blog.  God has used my journaling to mature me in my faith and to increase my own understanding through my writings.  I never want to come off as being self-righteous.  I would never try to judge anyone because they are in a different place than I am.  We are all in a different location on our spiritual journeys.  I just want to share with my family, my friends, and my readers who I am in Christ and be able to reveal how He is working in my life.

I went into Marathon yesterday to do errands.  I needed gas so I filled up my tank and proceeded to go to the bank which is on the other end of town.  As I parked, a man knocked on my window asking me if I had just come from the gas station.  He said, “I hate to be the barer of bad news.  Your gas tank door is open and your gas cap is missing”.  I thanked him, did my banking, and headed back to the beginning of town to the Shell station.  I do pray about everything!  Of course I prayed all the way there.  I had left the cap on my trunk so it could have been anywhere along Overseas Highway going south.  I parked my car at the gas station.  I looked near the pump which I had used.  I went inside the station to ask if by chance someone had brought it in.  No one had.  I walked where I had driven, going up the road to where I had made a turn to go back south into town.  Up until now I was so sure that the cap would be there.  I just knew that God heard my specific prayer and would direct my steps.  I got into my car, continued to pray, and left the gas station to follow my previous route.  I drove north so I could make the next left turn into the southbound lane.  As I drove, I looked on the road and to the side of the road.  Something black caught my eye.  I was able to safely pull over on to the shoulder.  I walked back a few feet.  There it was, on the grass along the side of the road.  I lifted up a prayer of thanksgiving!  A police car with two officers pulled up behind me as I was covering my gas tank with the cap.  I told them my story.  “Pull out safely”, they said.  I was safe and my gas cap was back in place.  I was grateful to God and also grateful that I didn’t have to go home and tell Richie that I had lost the gas cap.  God is Good, All the time!  All the time, God is Good!