Our sermon series over the past couple of months has been on Jonah and on that particular morning we were finishing up the book. As I listened about Jonah and his concern for the plant that provided him comfort, a concern Jonah did not feel for the lost around him, I began to feel convicted. My concern over my bracelet had dominated my thoughts that morning, I had not given the first thought about the people around me that were in need, only about my treasure.
As I went about my week, each time I was burdened to look for my bracelet, I used it as a reminder to pray for those around. By Wednesday I found my bracelet, but I wanted it to continue to be an encouragement in my prayer life.
On Wednesday afternoon we picked up Darling Daughter at the airport and there was a small incident in the way of stuff that caused me to shed a few tears, but again I felt the Lord ask me when I had shed tears for the people around me in need. I was quick to cry over stuff, but not those that mattered most to Him.
Saturday afternoon I returned home after errands and Mr. Wonderful meets me as I come in and said there has been a bit of a problem. The glass in our front door, the door we replaced a few months back had shattered. Yep, even though it is still in the door, the tempered glass is in a gazillion little pieces. We used clear tape to hold it in until we can figure out what we need to do, but apparently the high temperature outside combined with perhaps a flaw in the door caused it to break!
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