Good Morning October 4

The Seminary I attended was in the middle of a Civil War battlefield. At the back of the property between the seminary and a farm field was a split rail fence I called my praying fence.  It is where I would go when I was having a particularly difficult time. There was one day I remember going out to sit on my praying fence. It was winter, cold, gray, and all matching my mood for that day. I don’t even remember what the problem was at the time, but I sat on the fence praying, and probably complaining, to God about whatever it was. After a while I happened to look down on the frozen ground at the base of the fence. There was one tiny pink flower poking out of the otherwise barren ground. I had to break out laughing. “OK, Lord!  If You can cause that little flower to break through the frozen ground, then you can see me through this day and the next.” And He did. And He has now for past fifty year. Not many things in life go exactly as we plan or would like to see them. Yet those little pink flowers keep popping through. God does not abandon us. He hears every prayer from our praying fences.