Praise God for the blessings that we received last week. Praise God for His protection through each sale, His guidance through each transaction and His provision in each invite to the dance. I don’t think I’ve ever had more fun and been more afraid at the same time in all of my life. The emotions tied to business ownership are as real as they get and my walk with the King of kings through this process will be worth it, no matter how the story ends.
A few weeks ago, I was teaching my band-camp-like group of misfit sixth graders about having a firm foundation in the Lord. As usual, a small percentage listened in while the rest did their best to distract, make jokes and derail the class as much as possible. It was work to maintain their attention and nearly impossible to keep all fourteen train cars on the track.
Every voice you can imagine reminded me of how much better my time would be spent someplace else. The invoicing that needed to be done, the grass that needed cutting, school lunches that needed to be prepped, a date night with my bride, running errands, wetting a hook and the list goes on. I spent most of my time correcting and disciplining, and second guessing every word that came out of my mouth and of course, the tone behind it. Many of these Wednesday night sessions leave me exhausted and depleted and I have no idea if I’m planting seeds or watering them or if I’m even in the right field. And then as if some imaginary horn sounds the alert, signaling the conclusion of my message and another looming defeat, in typical Abba Father fashion, A whisper from the Holy Spirit reminds me it was the least of these Jesus healed first. It was the “little” children who received the altar call from the One and Only, it was the young shepherd boy who knocked out Goliath and it was the clarinet players who took down the walls of Jericho. Praise God Almighty for the harvest. And praise His holy, patient and generous character for allowing me to be a part of it in more ways than I could have ever fathomed.