A Sign Please!

Recently I asked the Lord for a sign. You know, a little Gideon's fleece. Some important events are coming up in my life and I wished for some signal of approval, some indication that I was proceeding in the right direction.

This past weekend, God gave me not just one, but 3 little banners to show His love for me.

1. A Falling Star. Byron and I went in together from the island Sunday night to lead the services at our church work in Sobradinho. This was a first for me. Usually one of the boys goes along to keep Byron company. I piloted the boat on the coming in and on the way back he did. As we pulled out of the canal, I saw a falling star. Byron and I had the best time on our trip back in and the time was well spent.

2. A Good Read. This weekend I reread Tramp for the Lord by Corrie Ten Boom and was reminded of how much I have for which to be thankful and what a great task we have to share God's love everywhere we go.

3. A Sail with a Son. Dalton took his first solo sail in the Laser this weekend and I got to ride along on one of his trips around the little bay of the island. This was a super special blessing and a wonderful thing to share with one of my sons.

Thank you, dear Lord, for giving me a few little physical "signs" of your great love for me!

Song of Solomon 2:4

He brought me to the banqueting house,

and his banner over me was love.

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