This is my 3rd post on Jesus whispers that I experienced this week. What is a Jesus whisper? It's something I made up...at least I made up the name. See my my previous 2 posts for the history. In short, they are stories of very specific events I experienced this week where I knew without any doubt that Jesus was intimately involved in giving me a helping hand. How do I know it was Jesus and not just "good fortune?" Well, I guess you can ask the same question of someone married to an identical twin. "How do you know which one is your spouse?" Uhhh...while they may look the same to others, I guarantee you their spouse can tell the difference...because they Know them. Really know them. While my "knowing Jesus" is always growing, I know Him enough to tell the difference. So, I am giving Him the credit for these specific circumstances where I knew "something more" was going on here.
My last 2 posts were regarding some pretty big events and decisions I had to make this week. This one however is pretty small...but I Love it when I see Jesus loving me in the smallest of ways. Ways that others would never see or recognize or even think is a big deal. Now, there are a million little good things that happen to me all around...and I honestly don't "thank Jesus" for each of them when they happen. I just take it, enjoy it, and move on. But there are some special times...times that may look the same to others...but where I can tell that this is different. It's like Jesus went out of His way to give me something...or at least that's how it feels. That's the case here.
Okay, let me set the scene. Next to my side of the bed is this really small round table (it's actually a plant stool) big enough for an alarm clock and a bottle of lotion. Near that table is a small trash can and a laundry basket with dirty laundry. One day, I am looking for a certain piece of clothing...like a swim suit or something...and I was digging around in the dirty laundry to see if it was in there. So I had kind of emptied the laundry out onto the floor while looking...then scooped it all up and put it back in. That night as I'm heading to bed, I notice that there is 1 earring sitting on my small round table. Where did this come from? I don't remember this being here. So I ask David...do you know where this came from? He said he found my earrings on the floor so he picked them up and put them on my table. Hmmm...okay. But where is the other one? Did it fall off again? Where did it go? I quickly look in the trash can, which is full and right next to the table. I try not to move too many things around in it, in case the earring is precariously sitting on top of something. I don't see it. I remember the laundry. I hope it's not in there!
Ah! Irritating. I love these earrings. They are what I call my England Earrings. David bought them for me in England...not the one overseas, but the one in Epcot! They are still from England though so it counts! Okay, so now I get to look through my entire trash can before I empty it...sounds like fun...but the fun will wait until tomorrow.
Tomorrow comes and I need to do laundry. I start to pull out dirty clothes, and I see that full trash can. Irritated. Where is that thing? I am careful to pick up the laundry one piece at a time in case the earring got "scooped up" into the basket. If the earring is in the clothes, hopefully it will fall out if I'm careful. Nothing. No earring. Okay...I move on. I'll get around to sifting through that trash can at some point. Laundry goes into the washer and my day goes on.
Later that day, I remember that I have a load in the washer and I start putting them into the dryer. About half way through unloading it, I wonder to myself if the earring actually was in the clothes and got washed. Okay...it happens all the time where the kids have coins the their pockets and I get some free money at the bottom of my washer (I actually have a bank above my washer to keep lost coins...and it's very Full). Usually as I get closer to the bottom of unloading the load, I hear clanging noises from the coins being scooted as the laundry shifts (since I have a front-load washer). So now I am hoping to hear some metalic noise as I get to the end of the wet clothes. Then, at that Exact Moment...I hear the whisper. Look in the lip of the washer. (My front-load washer has this little lip near the rubber seal where a sock will occasionally get lodged). Huh? The lip? You practically have to stick your whole head in the washer to see into the lip. I haven't even finished unloading the wet clothes...but out of curiosity, while on my knees, I stick my Head in the washer, half-full with wet clothes...and There It is!!! I can't believe it! I pick it up...and just sit there with this huge smile on my face. Immediately I think (and I may have even mouthed it), "Jesus, you are so nice to me! You are just so nice!"
I run into the bedroom where David is and show him. He was happy I found it but I don't think he really understood what had just happened. I felt like Jesus had just scooped down and given me a little side-hug and said "Here you go." I just loved Him so much for that. What a nice thing for Him to do for me!
Now, when I wear them I will not only remember my sweet husband and when he bought them for me...but I will also remember this story...knowing that whatever joy I received from it, He had more than that when doing it. And I love Him for that!
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