I unpacked a box yesterday. No, we still don’t have a permanent place to live, but it was the box that contained my not-so-secret chocolate stash, so I decided that it was necessary to have with me. Anyways, I actually rather enjoyed unpacking that box; I found all of my CD’s, (most of which I’m giving away) a disc with some of my favorite preacher’s sermons, some other miscellaneous junk, and cards that people had sent me within the last month or two of being in Arkansas. In the midst of the stack of cards I also found the cards/letters that I had given to Rich (we returned everything we had given each other after we had to end our relationship) I knew that I had them in that box, but I guess I just wasn’t expecting it. At that moment I had a choice. I could start pouring over them, remembering the great times we had, and then get upset that that’s not continuing, or I could thank God for the experience, thank him for sustaining me through it, and then put those notes back in the basket and continue to unpack the box.
While I was sitting there, the alarm went off on my phone. What’s funny about this, is that I spent a good 2 minutes frantically trying to figure out why my computer was making a noise that sounded like it was about to explode. I reached in my purse to grab my phone to text someone about the extremely unpleasant sound coming from my computer, and when I did, I realized that I was an idiot. My phone was making the noise. I then remembered that I set that alarm to remind me to call an old friend about setting up a time to go have lunch and catch up a little bit.
After I made the phone call I sat back down on the couch and realized that I still hadn’t made the choice as to what I was going to do about the notes I had written Rich that sat in front of me. I looked at the folded top of each one, and that was more than enough for me to remember what each note contained. Then, being the klutzy person that I am, I dropped them. When I reached to pick them up, there was a little ring of index cards that my mom had given me before we moved at my feet. My intention at the time was to write verses on the cards for me to memorize. That led me to think of the list of verses that a friend gave me at the beginning of the situation with Rich. The ones that are posted in this blog post: http://https://blessingsinwaiting.wordpress.com/2013/11/06/gods-word-it-really-works-11/ .I picked up the ring of index cards and the notes I had given Rich and made the choice. If I read those notes, I most likely would get really upset and start dwelling on thoughts that would just make me miserable. So instead, I tucked them away in their temporary place, and decided that I was going to look up the list of verses and get them written on those cards. Well, I will be honest; I didn’t get the verses copied right away. After I finished getting the items from the box in their places, I sat back down and I couldn’t remember what I was going to do. But right before I went to bed (actually I was already in bed) I remembered. So I got up and started copying those verses. It was a very blessed time alone with my God. He is showing me daily new ways that He is control and His way is perfect.
If you’re looking for some verses to memorize or would just like to be reminded that our God is trustworthy and Sovereign, I highly recommend these verses. I know, that story may seem a little scatter brained and insignificant, but that’s real life. The small choices we make in day to day life, determine who we become. I’m so glad God gave me the strength to make the right choice.
Today’s Blessings:
1. Finding my chocolate stash.
2. The sweet cards people had sent me before I moved.
3. God’s Word that He used to show us more about Him.
4. The strength God gave me to make the right choice
Blessings in Waiting 
