This is the scene of the crime where God stole my flip-flop. There I am having a rough day and I find a nice quiet spot to vent with a small stream running through it. So I roll my jeans up and start just wading in the shallows, then kathump! I sink up to my knee in mud. I manage to get my leg out, but there is no flip-flop. I am covered in mud, sand, and water trying to find the hole which has already filled up with more mud and there is just no use. So I get up laughing because not only did God steal my flip-flop He was beating me over the head with it. I went out to this place expecting quiet time and it's not what I needed. I needed the reminder that in the end, God is still in control.I've been told in the past that I'm a pretty hard headed guy. I don't like to think that I am, but I guess if it takes God pushing me down in a cold-muddy stream then I guess I am. I can't help but think "God you owe me a flip-flop" but I understand it was never my flip-flop in the first place, neither was the $5 I payed for them at Old Navy. No need to push me in the stream again, God. I get it.
hahahaha! Love it! And it's really awesome that you're able to hear God speaking to you in situations like these. Some people would read this and think it was a stretch and you're a crazy person...but I totally get it! It's not a crazy person but a spiritually mature and perceptive person who hears God even in the craziest of situations! :) Sorry to hear about your flip-flop! I'm sure Emily can get you a discount on some new ones!
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