Remember and Share…

One of my devotions this morning was on just this; remembering and sharing. I have a Mary Poppins carpet bag stuffed full of memories of a lifetime of God’s love, and this morning, I wish to share one of my favorites.

This particular event took place around 25 years ago, give or take. I was a single mom; my three were ages 8-12 again, give or take. We lived in an single wide trailer up in the mountains of eastern Oregon. The winters can be very harsh, cold, with lots of snow and biting winds.

My recount is just one of those winter nights. I woke up, and the house was cold; the wind had blown out the pilot lite due to the winter storm raging outside.

So I got up, found a book of matches, ugh it contained only four. By this time, my kids were up and gathered, supplying moral support. The furnace is older, remind you, so I opened the hatch door, match lit and clamped onto the end of the extension rod, press the red gas button, put the lit match into the dark cavern, and poof, the match was instantly blown out as wind is howling down the chimney.

I am one match down, three more to go; repeated steps one through four only for the same results. Poof, out goes the match! At this point, I am nervous because of the gas I keep pushing to light the pilot. Tell the kids to go as far from me as they can in case this thing blows. I was unanimously informed that if it blows and I go, they wish to go with me.

Last match! Gathered in our hall in the late hours of the night could be wee hours of the morning, my children and I join hands and say a prayer. Words of, you know this is our last match, you know the storm outside and heat needed inside, giving thanks that he protect us and our last match from the wind…repeat steps! Woof, on bursts, the pilot lite flame, beautiful colors of blue and purple erupt, and in moments the heat starts to flow from the vents. Thank you Jesus!

Psalms 77:11 NCV “I remember what the Lord did; I remember the miracles you did long ago.”

He knows our needs, our cares and concerns, our fears, hopes, and our dreams. Remember the times he’s been there as that builds faith for times in the future. Share a story or two; you’ll be blessed again by sharing it and helping to build someone elses faith. Be blessed. It’s Sunday, our Lord’s day. Thank you for joining me. 🥰