During one of my phone conversations with my mother, she mentioned her friend, Mr. H, was having a rough go of things lately. He was down, discouraged, depressed, and distraught. He was in the situation of waiting to hear back from doctors regarding a possible, upcoming surgery. Most of us can relate to the frustration Mr. H feels.
Unlike many of the residents at the nursing home where my mother lives, being in the 50-60-year-old range, Mr. H is a relatively young single man. He is an orphan, which often compounds his feelings of loneliness.
When Mom told me about Mr. H, I let her know I would send him a card to hopefully lift up his spirits and encourage him.
After I found a card to send, I looked through my stash of stationery for just the right notepaper. I have three pads of paper that I purchased over seven years ago. Yep. I tend to hold onto things for a while. With the instantaneous nature of email, I seldom write the long letters I used to.
I pulled out each pad of paper, and chose one. Before I began to write my letter to Mr. H, I did something that is not characteristic of me. I flipped through the notepad.
If you read a previous post, Serendipity, where I found Wilma Flintstone on my living room ceiling, you may remember serendipity means, a happy accident or pleasant surprise; specifically, the accident of finding something good or useful while not specifically searching for it. Well, let me tell you, I had one serendipitous moment, straight from God, that’s for sure.
Stuck between the pages of the tablet I picked out, was a folded piece of paper. I have no recollection of ever seeing this paper before, and I definitely do not remember putting it there. But God knows exactly when that paper was slipped into my pad of stationery. You know why? Because He’s the one who put it there. Alright, God did not physically place the note into the tablet, I know it had to be me, but God sure enough helped me find it at just the right moment in time. Serendipity and grace-drop rolled into one.
I included that piece of paper with my letter to Mr. H.
You see, written on that folded piece of paper was the following message:
You say…God Says
You say: It’s impossible
God says: All things are possible (Luke 18:27)
You say: I’m too tired
God says: I will give you rest (Matthew 11:28-30)
You say: Nobody really loves me
God says: I love you (John 3:16 & John 3:34)
You say: I can’t go on
God says: My grace is sufficient (2 Corinthians 12:9 & Psalm 91:15)
You say: I can’t figure things out
God says: I will direct your steps (Proverbs 3:5-6)
You say: I can’t do it
God says: You can do all things (Philippians 4:13)
You say: I’m not able
God says: I am able (2 Corinthians 9:8)
You say: It’s not worth it
God says: It will be worth it (Romans 8:28)
You say: I can’t forgive myself
God says: I forgive you (1 John 1:9 & Romans 8:1)
You say: I can’t manage
God says: I will supply all your needs (Philippians4:19)
You say: I’m afraid
God says: I have not given you a spirit of fear
(1 Timothy 1:7)
You say: I’m always worried and frustrated
God says: Cast all your cares on me (1Peter5:7)
You say: I’m not smart enough
God says: I give you wisdom (1Corinthians 1:30)
You say: I feel all alone
God says: I will never leave you or forsake you
Feeling a little like my friend, Mr. H? Keep these scriptures handy and read them often. I know I will.
I wish you well.
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