And Abraham lifted up his eyes, and looked, and behold behind him a ram caught in a thicket by his horns: and Abraham went and took the ram, and offered him up for a burnt offering in the stead of his son. And Abraham called the name of that place Jehovahjireh: as it is said to this day, In the mount of the Lord it shall be seen. – Genesis 22: 13-14
WCW – Word Crush Wednesday
“The Big Mac“
Swapping childhood memories is a favorite pastime in our home. My husband and I can go for hours chatting about the joys, comedy, misfortune and dysfunction concerning our upbringings. Just the other day we were speaking matter-of-factly about something the Lord did not even twenty-four hours of petitioning Him. That moment took me back to this memory.
When I was little girl, me and my siblings loved going to the beach. There was never a moment when my mom had to twist our arms to get us to go. We’d drop everything and friends for a dip in the surf, partly because we knew our mom would stop and buy us a .99 cents big mac and fries and possibly a .49 ice cream cone from Larry’s Old Fashioned Ice Cream Parlor. We’d even go on school nights. Mom was cool like that.
Photo: Tampa Bay Times
Well, one evening, me, my sister, and a friend had a hankering for the blue and some breeze. We’d just come from spending the day hanging at the park, the pool, or one of our usual childhood escapades in the neighborhood. We asked our mom if she felt like taking us to the beach and she obliged but quickly made reference that she didn’t have any money and we’d have to come straight home afterward. Feeling a little disappointed about the no big mac run afterwards, we decided to go anyway. In we loaded the blue goose–our old hoopty, that’s urbanly defined as an older model vehicle with missing framework. Ha!
We arrived at the beach and of course we ditched our shoes and went hauling towards the water like we were on fire. You would have thought it was our first trip by our overzealous attempts to dive into shallow water. We didn’t care. The breeze was perfect and we were carefree in the moment; splashing around like fish fresh out of water. In the middle of our frolic, my sister starts screaming, “Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!” To know my sister means to know that when she starts screaming, “Oh my God!’ like that, one of three is happening: a comet is about to land, a giant shark just surfaced, or sweet Jesus we just found the pot of gold. It wasn’t a comet or a shark but it was darn close to a pot of gold. “It’s a $20! It’s a $20 dollar bill!”, she screamed making her way to the shore to show our mom.
By this time, the sun had gone way down and it was time for us to leave. We loaded back into the car and everyone was kinda awkwardly awaiting the fate of the twenty. Without hesitation, my sister says, “Ma, can we go to McDonald’s now?” My inner fat girl was celebrating. The words big and mac never sounded so good. Not to mention, it was in fact the best big mac I’d ever had.
In life, we fear pressing towards certain goals or dreams because we’ve been taught everything has to be in place before we make a move. Not true. If it were, there would be zero need for faith. Years pass and so do some of those dreams because we feared getting started. Carver wouldn’t have ever known the value of the peanut if he’d just seen it as a peanut and nothing more. Your dreams are more than just private box office previews in your head. They are the well masterminded visions The Maker placed inside of you that are activated by faith. If He’s given you the vision, He already has provision awaiting your obedience. Make a move and watch the Master at work.