The Hand That Still Moves

My mom is the talker of the family. My dad is the quiet guy who doesn’t speak much but when he does it is usually loaded with insight and wisdom. Most of the time I tend toward my dad’s quiet nature (not the wisdom stuff just the reserved). I know this can make me seem aloof and not connected but I just digest internally I guess, where others have to talk things out. Neither reality is right, it’s just you. My dad and I have sat for long periods of time not saying too much, not because we don’t like each other, but I guess because we don’t feel the need to fill the air with words…. we leave that to mom. (I’m laughing now, wondering what she will think when she reads this)

One thing that just makes me warm is seeing the moment that God works in someone’s life after waiting. The prayer is answered, the Bible makes sense, the tears flow, the child laughs.
Most of the time it’s unexpected and you just know that it had to have been God’s hand. Sometimes you get an insite into a friends life that when spoken it takes them back and challenges them to the core. Like speaking to a crowd of people, like wearing the Pastor role, like being a lead worshipper. The blessing for me is the fulfilled insight the hand of God moving in real people’s lives! We don’t have control over much do we? Not much at all. So when the one who does intervines it truly is amazing.