Cooperation
I can remember several times when I have been trying to get a task completed and I have to use some "handy-dandy" tool. If I did not have the tool, such as this great laser alignment gizmo my brother in law got my husband one year, it would have taken me over an hour to hang pictures. Another time I had a flat and if I had not had the jack as well as the wrench / lug nut apparatus I would not have been able to change my tire. Someone with upper body strength as a passenger would have been an asset at the time, but non the less I had what I needed to be able to get the job done.
Today I was listening to a sermon and heard the minister say the word COOPERATE. It hit me...we are God's tool. Will we cooperate with him? God is in control, will we allow Him to perform a function : exert power or influence through us, or will we miss out? God is wielding a series of operations 24/7, will he be able to use us? God follows a course of conduct this is often irregular to our world. He told us His ways are higher than our ways. He said that they ways to a fool seem right. Let's not be a fool....let's be a tool!
I pray that Today, we all feel His hand, His strength, His skill around us, supporting us and enabling us to co-operate through our day working His projects and getting His results.
Praise be to God and all glory in the Highest, Christ is Risen Indeed,
With Love,
Candace
I hope you enjoy reflecting on this poem - it helped me understand how this all applies to me. I hope you find the same.
A Tool in His Shed
I did create you. You were perfectly planned,
With the mouth of a lion, protective and strong,
And the beauty of a butterfly with flight set on a path.
The experience of deliverance, and truth, held you tight,
It’s bound around your waist and written on your heart.
Your help is through me and now you can boast,
Compassion is felt due to turbulence known.
Though the weight of the journey could have crushed your frail wings
Not one hair was harmed so give thanks to my mighty hand.
Color enhanced and beauty increased,
Mercy and freedom is what your voice beams.
Courage of the lion, fierce protection of my truth,
So tender to the protected, gaining strength to move on.
To stand firm in their own rights, which is my kingdom and their home,
Move swiftly and gracefully and with precision and skill,
All who are before you will shrink to your force,
Of Godspeed and confidence, of my vision in your eye,
My voice in your ear deflects all other sounds,
Your mission is my will, my salvation to the lost,
With purpose and a plan made before you were even born.
You are in my hand, a tool I am to use,
Your strength from my arm…your place where I put,
I turn, when needed, with precise push and pull.
You are to stop when I do not move,
My hand is fitting… my touch you know.
No other were you made for, casting my part,
To others you are useless and to fit would be so obviously forced.
Relax in my presence, all pressure removed,
Simple and perfect… a job done with ease.
I am not worried, so why do you need?
Confidence, my lovely, for your place is with me.
I am your shield, your vision, your way,
Just listen and follow, all through your days.
By Candace Huffmaster
