Last summer, Stephen lost one of his shoes. We looked everwhere, for several weeks. Good thing it was summer as he had to wear flip-flops every day. Finally at the end of myself, I sat down and asked God to show me where the shoe was. I asked for forgivess for not coming to him sooner and trying to find it in my own strength. Then I waited and listened.
With my eyes closed, all I saw was black. Then I realized He was trying to tell me the shoe was some place dark - "Oh, it's in a dark place? And it's under something? I can't quite see it yet, please make it more clear. Is that my chair? Is it under my chair?"
And I got up and looked under the recliner in my bedroom, and there it was! I don't know how we missed that in all those weeks of looking, but I do know that if I had asked Him first, and waited for His direction, it would have saved a lot of time and frustration.
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