Judges 7:15 NLT
When Gideon heard the dream and its interpretation, he worshiped God. He returned to the camp of Israel and called out, "Get up! The LORD has given the Midianite camp into your hands."
A few years ago I was reading my daily devotional when the words of Judges 7:15 just sort of jumped off the page at me. My husband, George, and I had been going through a deep dark valley that appeared to have morphed from a valley into the Grand Canyon. When I shared that thought with George, he said he had just heard on the news they were going to flood the Grand Canyon. Doesn't that just figure! But I was so excited about this Word that nothing could get me down ...or so I thought!
There I was ... called to be a minister in missions, called to walk away from my employment of 16 years leaving benefits, salary, everything to walk in real faith with Him. I got out of the boat like Peter and was spiritually walking on water. In the natural realm, all hell had broken loose, but I will unpack that for you in just a minute.
This day, the day Judges 7:15 jumped off the page I was energized, I was encouraged, I was on a spiritual high. I couldn't wait to call George and share my revelation with him. I called my family and shared. I shared with my spiritual daughter when she called to check in, and I shared with everyone I saw and talked to for the next two days. I even shared it at our church staff meeting, and I didn't stop there. I shared it at our church at our Wednesday night service. Then Friday came. (Note to self - keep your mouth shut unless God specifically tells you to shout it from the rooftops!)
Yeah, Friday hit me. You know the story of the crucifixion - Jesus was crucified on Friday ... Friday was the bad day. My Friday arrived on Saturday morning at 5:30 am!
Several years prior I had been diagnosed with Fibromyalgia and several accompanying disorders which can and do cause intense muscle spasms. That Saturday morning the spasms hit hard and fast with no advance warning. It woke me in the rudest way. I jumped up and stood beside the bed trying to relax the spasm out of my thigh. It finally relented, and I began to crawl back into bed when it hit again - harder and faster. This time my leg locked up, and I couldn't move. I blacked out momentarily and fell to the floor. When I hit the floor between the bed and the wall it jolted me "awake", and I began calling for George. Immediately I realized my right foot was turned in an unnatural position and was up under the bed. It had already begun to swell, and I knew that I knew, without a doubt, it was broken. To sum up the next few hours that turned into days, George took me to the Emergency Room where they confirmed my foot was broken and had some "mangled" bones in the top of it. They splinted my foot and said the orthopedic surgeon would have to determine the best course of action for the "mangled" part.
I saw the orthopedic surgeon on Thursday and was told I had a severe LizFranc fracture. I had surgery the following Monday. They said I would have to be completely off my foot for a minimum of four months. I had four screws and two pins in my foot and could move only with the aid of crutches, a walker, and a wheelchair!
Welcome to green pastures!
When Gideon heard the dream and its interpretation, he worshiped God. He returned to the camp of Israel and called out, "Get up! The LORD has given the Midianite camp into your hands."
A few years ago I was reading my daily devotional when the words of Judges 7:15 just sort of jumped off the page at me. My husband, George, and I had been going through a deep dark valley that appeared to have morphed from a valley into the Grand Canyon. When I shared that thought with George, he said he had just heard on the news they were going to flood the Grand Canyon. Doesn't that just figure! But I was so excited about this Word that nothing could get me down ...or so I thought!
There I was ... called to be a minister in missions, called to walk away from my employment of 16 years leaving benefits, salary, everything to walk in real faith with Him. I got out of the boat like Peter and was spiritually walking on water. In the natural realm, all hell had broken loose, but I will unpack that for you in just a minute.
This day, the day Judges 7:15 jumped off the page I was energized, I was encouraged, I was on a spiritual high. I couldn't wait to call George and share my revelation with him. I called my family and shared. I shared with my spiritual daughter when she called to check in, and I shared with everyone I saw and talked to for the next two days. I even shared it at our church staff meeting, and I didn't stop there. I shared it at our church at our Wednesday night service. Then Friday came. (Note to self - keep your mouth shut unless God specifically tells you to shout it from the rooftops!)
Yeah, Friday hit me. You know the story of the crucifixion - Jesus was crucified on Friday ... Friday was the bad day. My Friday arrived on Saturday morning at 5:30 am!
Several years prior I had been diagnosed with Fibromyalgia and several accompanying disorders which can and do cause intense muscle spasms. That Saturday morning the spasms hit hard and fast with no advance warning. It woke me in the rudest way. I jumped up and stood beside the bed trying to relax the spasm out of my thigh. It finally relented, and I began to crawl back into bed when it hit again - harder and faster. This time my leg locked up, and I couldn't move. I blacked out momentarily and fell to the floor. When I hit the floor between the bed and the wall it jolted me "awake", and I began calling for George. Immediately I realized my right foot was turned in an unnatural position and was up under the bed. It had already begun to swell, and I knew that I knew, without a doubt, it was broken. To sum up the next few hours that turned into days, George took me to the Emergency Room where they confirmed my foot was broken and had some "mangled" bones in the top of it. They splinted my foot and said the orthopedic surgeon would have to determine the best course of action for the "mangled" part.
I saw the orthopedic surgeon on Thursday and was told I had a severe LizFranc fracture. I had surgery the following Monday. They said I would have to be completely off my foot for a minimum of four months. I had four screws and two pins in my foot and could move only with the aid of crutches, a walker, and a wheelchair!
Welcome to green pastures!
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