You know sometimes the voices in our heads should be ignored and sometimes not. Today I took lunch to watch Spellbinders live. And they announced that they were giving away a prize for the first person to type in the answer to a question they were going to shortly ask. Immediately the collateral noise started in my head. “You’ll never win because you can’t type, not to mention that your hand is hurting.” My spirits fell.
But then that still small voice that should not be ignored spoke and said “you never know…try.”
I did try and I won a set of dies, the new hatpin bezels and I think some paper.
So now which voice will you listen to today.
Thank You God for meeting me where I live and confirming your presence even in my crafting world and making me a winner.
Thanks also to Spellbinders for this prize and lesson in listening.
King James Version (KJV)
42 As the hart panteth after the water brooks, so panteth my soul after thee, O God.
2 My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God: when shall I come and appear before God?
3 My tears have been my meat day and night, while they continually say unto me, Where is thy God?
4 When I remember these things, I pour out my soul in me: for I had gone with the multitude, I went with them to the house of God, with the voice of joy and praise, with a multitude that kept holyday.
5 Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted in me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him for the help of his countenance.
6 O my God, my soul is cast down within me: therefore will I remember thee from the land of Jordan, and of the Hermonites, from the hill Mizar.
7 Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterspouts: all thy waves and thy billows are gone over me.
8 Yet the Lord will command his lovingkindness in the day time, and in the night his song shall be with me, and my prayer unto the God of my life.
9 I will say unto God my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
10 As with a sword in my bones, mine enemies reproach me; while they say daily unto me, Where is thy God?
11 Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.
In The Hand of Creator,