God Gave Me Jelly

     Strange title, I know. Just bear with me, we'll come back to the jelly.

    If you didn't know already, I'm a pretty big fan of Jesus. I grew up knowing and loving Him. He's a cool guy. I do struggle with my relationship with Him, as most Christians do. Walking with Christ isn't always a walk in the park. 

    Most of my adult life I really struggled with hearing His voice. I really struggled with letting God take control of my life and fully trusting in Him. My husband and I started going to church around our 4th year of marriage. We had a 1 year old boy at the time, and really wanted to make God a priority in all our lives. We've gone through our ups and downs since then, but God? He is steady, and forever will be.

    When you tell people that God talked to you, I feel like they expect to hear some big miracle. Some amazing, healing, moving miracle. Something that can't be explained by anything other than the goodness of God...not that God gave me jelly in my HEB grocery delivery.

    I'm not a patient person... never really have been. We also live in a world that demands instant gratification which makes learning patience, a bit harder. But to hear Gods voice, sometimes you have to be patient. Sometimes God calls us to slow down and LISTEN. Because sometimes God talking to you isn't something extraordinary, its something so small that only you and God will understand. 

    God has truly been moving in my life and in my heart recently and I think it's because I finally learned to listen to Him. So many little things that are really hard to put to words, because again, sometimes it's just between you and God. Prayer is a very powerful thing and God knows your heart! How wonderful is it that God truly knows us! That God sees the heartbrokenness without us even telling Him. I don't know about y'all, but sometimes I'm too tired to talk and what an absolute joy is it that I can go to the creator of the whole world and he just KNOWS me. He sees me. 

    God has changed my heart just in this last month and my prayer life has become a time of peace that it once wasn't. I told God that I fully trust in Him and for the first time in a long... long... time I mean it. I trust in my God to provide for me and for my family. I put my worries and my anxieties in HIS hands because what good are they in my hands? I can't continue to try to do this life by myself, it's not in my control. 

    Last week I was grabbing something out of our fridge and I knocked the jelly right out of the fridge and it shattered. My son loves jelly (3 year old's and sugar) so he was a bit upset but I promised to get him jelly next time I got groceries. It had completely slipped my mind...until I was unpacking my groceries today. And there it was... Jelly! Jelly that I didn’t remember to order!

    Bit more of a back story, my husband and I have really felt like God is telling us to eat cleaner. So we changed our diet and started getting better ingredients, more organic things. Not only was it jelly, it was organic jelly. Jelly that I haven't gotten around to changing to organic because the jar that broke was practically full and I'm not one to waste.  

    Now I get it, to everyone else it might just seem like a coincidence. She got jelly by mistake, big whoop. But to me? This jelly means that my God listens, that my God will provide for me and my family and I'm gonna continue to put my trust in Him. 

    Sometimes God moves in big, wonderful, marvelous ways. And sometimes God moves in little ways, but if your listening and your heart is turned to Him, you'll hear Him. You'll hear Him in your everyday life and in the small ways no one else would notice.

    Thank you Lord! Thank you for watching over us... and thank you for the jelly. 

  

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