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God I thank you that you are not limited by my imagination

visioncgbc | March 05, 2008 05:29

The end of my 10th grade I tried out for cheerleading.  I attended Hunter Huss High where my daughter will be graduating from in a few months.  Wow!  I am old.  Anyway, I was from Tx. and had moved to NC less than a year earlier, so this was sort of going out on a limb.  I had been a cheerleader in Tx. all of Jr. High and had actually made the cheerleading squad in 10th grade, but we moved to NC.  So, I knew a little bit about cheerleading.  But it was different here.  The style.  I wasn't really known by anyone, including the judges.  So, I tried out and the results were posted, and I didn't make it.  I flew back to Tx. at the beginning of the summer to visit my family.  My dad's family.  My mom and dad were divorced, and he was in Tx.  The plan was that I would stay 4 weeks.  I didn't want to.  I loved my dad and missed everyone but I was a 15 year old teenage girl, who didn't want to spend a large portion of her summer away from her new friends.  Daddy and I at that point of my life were still in a stage of bass fishing with a can of vienna sausages and hot cokes, and I didn't want to do that for 4 weeks.  But I didn't want to hurt him either.  So I didn't.  I went.  I was feeling like those 4 weeks were going to be 4 years.  My best friend's(in Tx.) mom was a manager at K-Mart, and she and I were hanging out there one day.  I'd been in Tx. about a week at that time.  Her mom came out of her office and found me and Tabby (my best friend).  "Gina you need to call your mom." I asked why, and what was wrong.  She wouldn't tell me.  She just said "you need to call her."  So I did.  "One of the girls who made cheerleading has failed a sjubject and been kicked off the squad, and you had the next highest score.  You have to come home if you want to cheer.  Camp starts next week."  I felt like I had won the Publisher's Clearing House Sweepstakes!  I screamed and squealed for an hour I think.  Everything had worked out.  I was going home, and I didn't hurt daddy.  I was a cheerleader.  Wow!  It was hard to believe, but yet happening. 

This morning as I was offering up my lame attempts to tell God I love Him, and I'm thankful that He loves me, a phrase kept coming up that almost wasn't from me, but yet I was the one saying it.  "God I thank you that you are not limited by my imagination." Over and over this poured out.  What I was saying, or the Holy Spirit was saying for me, was God, thank you that my problems, and my needs, my questions, Your answers are not limited by my mind.  I can't understand You, You're beyond what my mind can conceive.  After my thanksgiving time I watched Beth Moore.  John 2:1On the third day a wedding took place at Cana in Galilee. Jesus' mother was there, 2and Jesus and his disciples had also been invited to the wedding. 3When the wine was gone, Jesus' mother said to him, "They have no more wine."  Beth said "Do you notice she only said a few words?  They have no more wine.  She explained that Mary didn't say "Ok.  To fix this you could do this.  Or you could do that."  But instead she told Him the problem, and left the answer up to Him.  Again the phrase "God I thank you that you are not limited by my imagination" comes out of me.  

You know I do this.  I give God his options.  I want to help Him, and make sure He has all the information needed, as if he needs any information.   Do you do that too?  Beth said "how 'bout if we just said God this is my problem, period, and let God give us the best possilbe answer."  The freedom and peace in that!

We are facing these "things" in life.   Thorns in the form of fear, doubt, guilt, need, sickness, and on and on. You know when I was faced with not being cheerleader, and that long long month in Tx. I honestly couldn't imagine it could all change within 5 minutes, but it did. Tell God your need.  But in doing so, don't you DARE forget that God is not limited by our imagination.

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