Updated: Mar 1
A suitcase, a few birds and two lost pens? What do all these things have in common with each other, you might ask. They are memories of how God answered prayer in my life when I was a child- my first experiences with God.
They are just ordinary things and their stories might not even be that interesting to you, but they remind me that God even hears a child's prayer, that each one of us is important to Him and that prayer is not as technical or difficult as some people make it out to be. If you love God and the more you know His Word the more prayer becomes natural to you.
In the middle 80's there was a trend for girly suitcases where I lived. You could choose between pink and white striped ones or blue and white suitcases. They looked like the old cardboard suitcases but they were beautiful! I was privileged to have a big one and a smaller one. They were so beautiful!
In school there were a group of really naughty children that sabotaged the other children's bags of suitcases. They would stole their food or throw bugs in there or steal other children's belongings. I quickly learned to pray for my suitcase each time we had to leave our bags in a hallway.
Until my very last day of school, I never once had a problem with my stuff being stolen or anything else. And there were times when my suitcase was one of the very last standing there in the hallway. I will never forget this as long as I live.
We had a few really strict teachers that was hard to work with. They easily punished us for getting out of line. On two occasions I lost my pen in one of their classes which could have gotten me in trouble. In both instances I just prayed to God to help me. Both times I clearly heard God's voice in my heart - saying to look in a specific direction and when I did there was a pen. It was some of my very first experiences getting to know God's voice in my spirit. This was very needed preparation for later experiences in my life.
There were those blue days sometimes when something happened that made me sad and I just wished I did not had to stay in boarding school, I just longed to be home.
On a few days like this I had a small but wonderful experience that meant a lot to me. While sitting in class feeling sad and unable to concentrate, a little bird came and sit in the window and chirp so happily and free. It was small things like this that made me feel so close to God that I couldn't stay sad. This is the reason why I love to paint and draw - it is the little things that leads to the big things.
Over the years my love for God and His Word grew to a passionate relationship. The more time I spend in His Word the more I love it. It became the authority by which I live, breathe and think. It is a constant growing process that shapes my life and character.
Now I KNOW that I can indeed trust God because His Word is true. There were times in my life that I had to trust in His Word and keep doing it- not putting a time limit on it- for a long time before I've seen what I already believed in my heart. I have learned to never stop believing, to not consider anything else but God's Word.
Don't base your faith on experience, base it on God's Word as the final authority, your faith will never fail. What I mean is- study God's Word and learn how God says faith should work and should be used, learn what the Word of God says activates faith and stand on that. Don't decide by yourself with your own understanding how faith works and then when it doesn't work you declare that the Word doesn't work. To understand and interpret the Word correctly we need the Holy Spirit to guide us.
Proverbs 3:5 Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not on your own understanding.
Psalm 138:2 I will worship toward Your holy temple and praise Your name for Your loving-kindness and for Your truth and faithfulness; for You have exalted above all else Your name and Your word and You have magnified Your word above all Your name! AMPC
Romans 10: 17 So then faith comes by hearing, and hearing by the word of God.
Hebrews 11:1 Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.