HE SPEAKS THROUGH BLooPERS

I love it when the Lord talks to me through my bloopers. He has a great sense of humor and loves to touch my funny bone! When I hear Him through these times, they are especially punctual and hit me right where I am at.  I pray that you too will be blessed and learn how God can speak to us through this amazing way.

Our bloopers can be a link to Him if we recognize Him in the process.  I enjoy hearing Him this way, as so often He uses my mistakes to talk to me humorously.  Once I was seeking His input about Chapter Two, saying I wanted to stick my toe in the water about an issue.  Later while editing Chapter Two, I typed “CHAPTER TOE, God Speaks Through The Bible.”  I didn’t notice until later and had a splendid laugh.

Another time, as I was getting breakfast ready and reaching for a spoon, I heard the Lord say, “Parable.”  I thought, “I wonder what the parable is?”  I walked around the counter to set my bowl, cereal and spoon onto the table.  Finally I looked at the spoon I had grabbed from the drawer — it was a giant serving spoon! (Larger than a tablespoon.)  I giggled and ate my cereal with the huge spoon.  The Lord had again confirmed  that He had given me a large meal  to serve the body of Christ and I needed to enjoy His promises and just let them happen in His timing, not mine.   After I finished, I was still chuckling about it.  I love His sense of humour.

TO SPILL THE BEANS
A Blooper Story of Sharing Our Testimony

Somewhere I got the idea we all needed beanbags. We found some on sale at WalMart. So, we bought one to try it out, and it smelled really bad... like paint thinner. The beads were made out of some material that had a strong inhalant in them but we decided it would fade in time. As I tried it out at home, I was coughing that night, but decided it would be OK, so we went back and bought 2 more. Then we decided that the bags were stuffed too full. That was a mistake. Since the zippers wouldn't open, I ripped a hole in the seams to let some of the beans out. The beans were not beans at all but shredded flakes. And they had static electricity in them, so they CLUNG. What a mess.

Somehow, we managed to pour some of them out of the bags, and repair the holes. That night I was coughing so bad I thought my lungs were going to fall out. I had the paint thinner like dust in my lungs from all the pouring, and I was miserable. When Wayne finally put the bag in the other room, I stopped coughing. So we had spent $60 on bean bags we couldn’t use, and had the smell in all the bedrooms, down stairs and in our car. Boy was that a cleanup. And I still had no bean bags.

In spite of all the hassle, I didn’t give up and decided to make them myself. After I made the sacks with some nice soft material, I found some non smelling, and real styrofoam beans at Freddies. It was time to pour them into the sacks and Wayne was in the other room. Insert brainy idea. I made the wonderful decision to pour them all by myself.

The first try, the bag slipped, and I had the equivalent of 2 large king size pillows of beans all over the floor. I just stood there and gawked. After all the hassle with the last bean bags, I was undone. The pressure mounted inside and it was either laugh or cry. All I could think of was "I love Lucy." I started to giggle at such a huge pile all over and bent down to scoop. The beans had static electricity in them, and they traveled up my arms, in my hair, all over the table, all over the floor and I started to hysterically laugh and laugh. I laughed so hard I cried and there I was in the midst of this huge pile laughing and laughing all by myself. As I was both laughing and crying, suddenly I heard the Lord say, "Spilled the beans!!!" That was my undoing. I was laughing so hard I just couldn't get them back in the bag. So I left them scattered all over and went into the other room to cool down.

A couple of hours later my son came home from school and I could hear him in the other room, yelling, "AAAAHHHHHHHHHHKKKKKKKK!!! I'M NOT CLEANING UP THIS ONE!!!" By the end of the night I managed to clean up most of them without using the vacuum and wasting several cases of bags.

One week later I found beans in the hall, in the laundry, in the washer, in all the bedrooms, in my bathroom, in the living room, and in the kitchen. How they traveled there is a mystery. Each time I found one, it was like finding a treasure and I’d laugh all over again. Well that is my bean bag story and I’m "sticking" to it. I think the Lord is very funny. I think it is a parable of coming out of the closet with publishing the book and the website and the seeds are scattering everywhere!!!

 

WORD TO PONDER - MY PILE OF WORD TREASURES
You think that you are going nowhere fast in walking through your daily life, and wondering if My promises will ever come to pass. But I tell you My child, that every day I am building My Word within you. You are growing a step at a time and one day you will be so stuffed, you will be completely full and spilling over. In that day, you shall have My Word, Word, Word and it shall spill, spill, spill, and I shall scatter it as seed everywhere. There shall be so many seeds in the wind, that you will not be able to track them or retrieve them as they shall spill out upon the earth in one wonderful pile. So you may think weary thoughts right now, but I promise you that one day you shall laugh with joy and delight as you romp in the pile. And your heart will twinkle as I give them back to you, placing them in your daily life one by one. They shall be like hidden treasures when suddenly I shall open your eyes and you shall hear My voice speak back to you. My Word lives on and on and on and I love to feed My loved ones liberally.


"I rejoice at Your word as one who finds great treasure." (Ps 119:162 NKJV)

 

CONFIRMATION: Just as I was sending the above post, I looked at the flyer Wayne put on my desk. A headline said, “Testimonies.” Then another headline said, “If we are silent.”

BLOOPER NAME
 

Today when I posted the following PonderWord, I evidently blooped my name. Here is a note from one of my readers. Living parables, I love them even if they come out blooped!!

Dear Sandy:
I love how God works.  Even your name below was "misplaced!!"
You are the messenger!
{Name}

WORD TO PONDER:  DISPLACED FOR A PURPOSE
Snady Warner
Jan 15, 2003

DISPLACED FOR A PURPOSE
In this last season, there were many who were knocked out of alignment within My body. Disjointed and in pain, they suddenly became dislocated, no longer having a place. This was the work of the enemy to stop their freedom of expression in Me. Even though painful, I allowed this for My own purposes of harvesting the fruit and pruning the branches for a flourishing season yet to come. Let the pain go and yield it all to Me, your Master Gardner. For I will nurture you and heal you and bring you into My place, the place I have prepared for you.

Release all personal ambition for ministry, even your godly zeal to Me. Give no room for competition, jealousy, pride, comparison, or self promotion. If you humble yourself before Me and allow My pruning to be thorough, then I shall bring you into a new place of favor and honor, one of My own doing and defense. You will find that in yielding all to Me, you will never have to defend yourself, or promote yourself again. In that day, I shall send you and I will back you with signs following and My anointing will carry you far beyond your greatest expectations.

"I am the true vine, and my Father is the gardener. He cuts off every branch that doesn't produce fruit, and he prunes the branches that do bear fruit so they will produce even more." (John 15:1-3 NLT)