Another example is when we get sick and tired of doing things our way and realise all the while it is the Lord we needed all along. Answering the door, only to find seeking him is what we were looking for all along. We will be
miserable till we find him, and when we do praise the Lord, what a beautiful thing to know him and all his glory,
nothing in this world compares to him
Nothing compares to You. I wonder if Sinead O' Connor was singing about God
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Nothing, no, nothing, compares to God and his personal experience work in our lives
A story, from what's been said by damomthatsGods
One time, I was in church Sunday and the offering plate was being passed. I opened up my wallet to give, I had around $15 in it and pulled out $6, as the plate came around, I felt a prompting to just give all my money, which wasn't much at this 27 year old time of my life admittedly, but I just put in my 'six' and let the plate go on by...
Monday was the next day, I'd been taking care of my sister's cat for 4 months, a cat striking in resemblance to a cat I loved growing up, that was with me all through my childhood years before dying right before I got back from college my freshman year
The previous week, before this Sunday 'giving experience,' as I will call it, I'd finally figured out why Blacky was getting more and more lethargic when he was such a lively little guy all the time. He got fleas! It was so bad I'd discovered that when I put my feet from the couch cushions to the carpet my legs were, literally, black colored more than flesh colored. Infestation ! Like nothing I'd ever seen before. But, I figured out then that was probably why Blacky was becoming so lazy looking. Fleas were sucking the life blood out of him !
So, I'd got Program medicine ointment and began administering that to him and wham!, wish I'd discovered it sooner, it fairly quickly solved that problem, but Blacky was still lethargic, Friday, Saturday, and, then, Sunday when I went to church and didn't give my 'all' that day.
Now, as I remember, that same night, Blacky went outside early evening/dusk to romp around and always came back in a few minutes. But, not this time. I called and called, 'Blacky, BLA-A-A-CKY.' Nope, never came. I'd fallen in love with this little critter, he had so much personality, including head-butting me, which, I thought only my cat growing up did, that was an amazing thing in itself. I could stare at my cat, my sister's cat and he would knock me in the foreheard with his forehead, with a noticeable 'knock' sound heard.
An hour later, I called again for Blacky and, lo and behold, Blacky came slowly from the wooded area behind my house into the open, slowly walking, I didn't think anything of it although Blacky was always running !
So, he got to the back door and just lied down. And, was close to lifeless then, eyes open, purring, but something was not right. I knew I had to do something and picked him up in my arms and took him inside. Still lifeless on the couch, fleas gone (we flea-bombed house too) but still lifeless. I took him to the vet.....
On the way there, I noticed his breathing was very labored, I thought, maybe the fleas were still getting to him, or, he had not had time to completely recover and some blood poisoning was happening or something. We got to the vet and I took the lifeless, long-furred black mass inside, a clump in my arms. After a short time that included x-rays, the doctor came out of the office.
"It's not good," she said. "Blacky has been shot, there is a pellet lodged inbetween his heart and his sternum, there is a 50 percent chance he will die even if we take it out."
The cost to do the surgery was $2000. I had very little money now, so, please, don't be mad at what I say next. I said, 'no, I can't afford that, especially with Blacky maybe not living, anyway.' The doctor said she understood that decision and Blacky was euthanized.
Now, I had to call my sister and tell her that her cat died while in my care. This was not easy, I bawled my eyes out on the phone, for I loved that cat and I loved my sister. Let me tell you why this story can make sense though; God showed up.
My sister was into substance abuse and carousing, BF , not married, living a crazy life, that is main reason she could not take care of Blacky. Her and I too were not terrible in relationship, or , I would never have been asked to take care of her cat for her, but we were on semi-rocky ground because of parents seperation and divorce and things that caused us to become quite worldly, not forsaking God but not wholly serving Him either. I think the term is 'lukewarm.'
So, my sister told me it was OK, she told me I did my best. I think she saw my heart, too, she saw more than I just cared for Blacky, spending $700 to try and figure out what was so wrong with him via x-rays, she saw that I cared for her.
MY sister would tell me soonafter this experience with Blacky that she was pregnant, that she was leaving her boyfriend, that she was getting an apartment, that she was changing her life. God showed up
Through my not giving my best, like Cain, right, he didn't give his best, but God KEPT 'KNOCKING,' He kept giving Cain options, like to be a wanderer who would be killed or SPEAK UP and get a mark and LIVE ! He was given a wife then, and, kids, and, most guys like to do things with their hands, like build, whether it's a virtual video environment, or, a family, which Cain did do, as just said, but Cain built something else, too, that one must believe God blessed Cain with being able to do :
"Cain built a city," Scripture tells us.
God always knocks, Christ peeps, He is always there, knocking, He keeps on 'knocking,' wanting us to let Him in.
Christ is a gentleman, He will not barge in. He will only knock, until you let Him in . Let Him in