Day 174: Oh My Darling Clementine

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I love clementines.

I don’t really like to pray.

Uhhhhhhhhh… what?

Yeah, that’s what I said. I love clementines but I don’t really like to pray.

… ??? …

I’ll break it down for ya with a story (shocker, right? haha)

About two months ago, clementines apparently went out of season. Maybe this is not news to anyone else, but I had no idea that clementines went “out of season” so much that they wouldn’t carry them in the stores. I mean, oranges are there year-round, right? So, what’s up with clementines?

I don’t know, but they were out of season… and my main standby was suddenly gone! Mind you, I was eating clementines three or four times a day, so this left a huge hole in my “go to” habits.

Well, I have not stopped craving them.

Alright, that’s the clementine background. Now for the prayer… and the two will intersect in a moment, so stay with me.

I have also recently realized as I constantly evaluate why this covenant has become “meh” to me lately, that along with not keeping up with my bible reading, I have also not been praying. Like… at all. The bible stuff, eh, I’d get in a verse here and there, but honestly… I was just NOT talking to Jesus. or God. or the Holy Spirit.

Yeah, that is not good.

So, the other day after realizing this, I prayed… a little prayer… nothing too risky or emotional or anything…

God… ummmmmm… I’m really having some trouble lately. I don’t know what’s wrong, but… maybe you could help me figure out what is wrong? [This is my way of asking for wisdom, by the way.] I don’t really want fruit… well, I mean, I’d love a clementine, but they are out of season. Anyway… Amen.

And that was it. No more prayer. No more thinking about it. Just… it.

And then my husband went to the store to get something for an upcoming business trip he is going on and he got some fruit while he was there… and in that bag… was a sack of clementines.

I’ll admit… my mouth dropped open in shock. My mind immediately went to that prayer. And I got those God goosebumps.

And I opened up a clementine, and it was the most amazing fruit ever… even better than pineapple.

None of the other clementines have been that good… in fact, they haven’t been good at all really. They obviously are… out of season.

But that one… that one darling clementine… well, it was no earthly clementine… that was an answered prayer. that was an “I Love You”. that was a reminder. like a rainbow that the world would not flood again…

That was God.

Day Sixty: That Awesome Moment When…

There’s this little fad on Facebook where people say “That awkward moment when…” and then they finish with whatever awkward moment just happened. Like “That awkward moment when you send your dad a text that you meant to send to your husband.”

Well, this is not an awkward moment. This is an AWESOME moment!

And here’s why…

My in-laws (or as my dad likes to call them, my “outlaws”) have my boys for the weekend! Okay, that IS awesome but it is not the “awesome moment” that I am talking about. So, since the boys are gone I decided to do a little spring cleaning… mainly in my closet. I originally only planned to clean out my husband’s side, but he wanted some things put up in our “upper level” clothes racks so I had to get down my capris. No biggie, it’s pretty much capri season anyway. Well, when I got them down I noticed that several pairs were two sizes bigger than the pants I was wearing at the time, so I thought I’d better try them on. If they were too big then I’d send them off with my husband’s pile of giveaways.

Annnnnnnnd, here is the awesome moment: NONE OF THEM. NOT ONE PAIR. FIT ME.

Yahooooooooooooooooo!!!!

And I don’t mean they didn’t fit as in “Oh these are a little baggy but I can still wear them,” but as in they were, literally, falling off of me!

One pair in particular that has been my go-to pair of capri pants for the past six years were actually quite comical! I laughed when I looked in the mirror and then I yelled because I was so excited!

And of course Kari Jobe was on Pandora right at that moment…

I believe You’re my healer
I believe You are all I need
I believe
I believe You’re my portion
I believe You’re more than enough for me
Jesus, You’re all I need.

And wow… it was just an awesome moment of His awesomeness. Of His answering my prayers. Of His Love.

So I stood in my bedroom clad in these baggy pants and sang and praised God with tears flowing down my face.

Because He is all I need.