Message in a bottle

The heartsung prayers of a racing mind are often set to the music of ordinary experiences. Perhaps, like me you ask questions of God throughout each conversation. Questions that lead to more questions, and more questions. Just like any child would, I am no different. My questions are no surprise for him, his answers no surprise to me. I am continually encouraged by the truth of scripture as is resonates in my mind and spirit. Yet it is so often the case that he uses the language of my life to get my attention.

I was at the nail salon last week in preperation for the unveiling of my winter to spring feet, as a server/homemaker, I am on them 8 hours a day. Need I say more! I selected a natural pink polish to avoid any real attention to the pitiful hooves. I valiantly climbed into the massage and basin chair next to my daughter. I began to relax into the warm soak and back massage. I quietly continued to examine a new promise that God had spoken to my heart about my vocation in Christ. I was going pondering scriptures regarding my talants and responsibilities of using them.

The nail technician was working magic in the footbath below and I cl0sed my eyes. Time passed, I looked down to assess the progress and was shocked to find that the colour of toes was like Dorothys(wizard of oz) ruby red slippers! I have learned to let little things go, so I took a deep breath and lay back into the chair.

Once done with my feet, I followed the technician to the manicure table, he began to have a sneezing attack and left to find a tissue and wash his hands. I seized thet oppertunity to grab the red polish from his table and place the pink directly in front of his tools. My hands would be exactly what I wanted. I wanted to let him know that the red was not to be applied to them,so I quickly glanced at the bottom of the red bottle to get the name right. What a big surprise it was to see "I am really not a waitress" as the proper colour name. It was a direct response from God to me in one of the questions I had asked Him about the depth of serventhood.

What the Lord and I had been talking about all day long was about the heart of serving him no matter what the task, or time ,or environment. What we are truelly meant to do is lift others up to reach their fullest potential and in so doing He is lifted up and recognized, and we are moving in the direction of true leadership.

So I present to you that "I am not a waitress", yet I am a servant of the most high ,Jesus Christ, with the Holy Spirit, to the Glory of God now and forever. Amen!!