God Gave Me A Mother's Day Gift. - May 12th
I had a prayer answered today. It may be small to you. The reason I'm sharing it is that it is Mother's Day. It may be small but to me it is big. I was asked last night to fill in for the special today at church. So I wrote something to read but I felt it was too short. This morning just before I was ready to speak, I prayed because I had a burden on my heart about something. I asked the Lord to give me something else to go with what I was going to say already. I skimmed through my hymn book and looked up the word mother, but there was no hymn with mother in the title. I closed my hymn book and prayed. I wasn't even thinking when I opened my hymn book. I looked down and I realized I had opened up to what I had asked in prayer. I just opened it and there it was. I felt God's blessing and God's approval of me. The hymn was one that I had never heard before. I think it was called "She will be called blessed." ( I will let you know for sure later.) The song is about the virtuous woman. I was able to tell the church that God answered my prayer, in how I opened up my Hymn book to just the right page. I felt loved. I felt like God gave me a mother's day gift. To me that's big, something I will treasure. I knew God was with me. I knew He was speaking as I saw tears flowing down peoples faces as I read what God gave me to say.
I read the words of the hymn, I also read "When I Say I Love You". which I wrote last night. God not only blessed my heart. He blessed everyone there. Praise the Lord!
I had a wonderful day with my family they were a tremendous blessing to me, as they shared their hearts and gifts.
I felt like I had won something as my little granddaughter gave me a ribbon for the best grandma award. This too is a treasure because of the joy and love of a little 2-year-old grandbaby. She knows how to melt a grandparent's heart.
There is more for me to say but it's late, have a good night.
I guess Satan didn't want me to go to church on Mother's Day.
I had two nights of restless sleep with horrifying dreams. I was sick with some kind of allergy too.
Guess the devil didn't get his way. Praise the Lord.
Cont... May 13th
....To continue what I was talking about yesterday. I remembered something I had asked the Lord, as silly as it may seem to some. I asked Him to help me become the best at something. I was reminded of that prayer yesterday, as my daughter pinned my granddaughter's gift onto the pocket flap on my jean jacket. The best grandma award. Not only was it a gift from my granddaughter but it was an answered prayer. Who said that God's not involved in the little details of life? I had two small prayers answered on the same day. I guess that goes to show that God thinks Mothers Day is important. God has his hand on my life and He's letting me know it. It may seem small but it's big. Thank-you God, Mother's Day is important. Thank-you for the Mother's day gift. I am blessed.
.....May 14th
....Last night when I put my head down on my pillow, God reminded me that there were other prayers answered on Mother's day. There was a burden on my heart about something. It was a burden on my heart for a long time.
I really do not feel free to share what that burden was. I asked God to bring light to the problem. I didn't mention this in the prior testimony because it involves others. Sometimes it's just better to keep things to ourselves. I felt I should say something because I said only two prayers were answered.
Even though I can't share what the burden was. I have been blessed to know that I have God's attention.
Two nights before Mothers day I was woken up by nightmares.
One night I was woken up hitting myself in the face because I was dreaming there was a spider on my face. One night I was woken up to a machine gun shooting from a building at what seemed to be a ferry boat. I watched the smoking boat wreck to the shore and I started crying like a child. "Daaaaddy! Daaaaddy!" over and over again. It's funny how a bad dream can make you wonder about it for days, just because it was so strange.
I told my family about those dreams on Mother's Day. I wasn't well rested and it seemed I was unhappy.
I was tired and the burden I felt was still there at that time. Yesterday my daughter sent me something about dreams that the Lord, revealed to her during her devotions. This is what she said,
....Last night when I put my head down on my pillow, God reminded me that there were other prayers answered on Mother's day. There was a burden on my heart about something. It was a burden on my heart for a long time.
I really do not feel free to share what that burden was. I asked God to bring light to the problem. I didn't mention this in the prior testimony because it involves others. Sometimes it's just better to keep things to ourselves. I felt I should say something because I said only two prayers were answered.
Even though I can't share what the burden was. I have been blessed to know that I have God's attention.
Two nights before Mothers day I was woken up by nightmares.
One night I was woken up hitting myself in the face because I was dreaming there was a spider on my face. One night I was woken up to a machine gun shooting from a building at what seemed to be a ferry boat. I watched the smoking boat wreck to the shore and I started crying like a child. "Daaaaddy! Daaaaddy!" over and over again. It's funny how a bad dream can make you wonder about it for days, just because it was so strange.
I told my family about those dreams on Mother's Day. I wasn't well rested and it seemed I was unhappy.
I was tired and the burden I felt was still there at that time. Yesterday my daughter sent me something about dreams that the Lord, revealed to her during her devotions. This is what she said,
"I was reading Job for my devotions today, look, it says that Job thought he could finally rest from his pain but Satan gave him terrible nightmares. Just thought it was interesting. I don't remember reading that before. I mean, I know Satan can give you bad dreams. I just can't remember the bible actually saying it."
Job 7: 11b - 15
I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
12 Am I a sea, or a whale, that thou settest a watch over me?
13 When I say, My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall ease my complaint;
14 Then thou scarest me with dreams, and terrifiest me through visions:
15 So that my soul chooseth strangling, and death rather than my life.
I guess Satan didn't want me to go to church on Mother's Day.
I had two nights of restless sleep with horrifying dreams. I was sick with some kind of allergy too.
Guess the devil didn't get his way. Praise the Lord.
Cause God gave me a gift on Mother's Day.
Susan Nikitenko © May 13th-14th, 2019
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