Mugged Again. Impossible!

Last week, a co-worker brought me the best gift! I saw on her Facebook page that she was drinking coffee from a mug that said, "All Things Possible Mark 10:27." I commented on her post that it was like my story, "You do the possible, and I will handle the impossible!" She came in on Monday morning to give me that mug with these quotes about possible and impossible things. I thought that was the sweetest gift. She gave up a mug that she loved to give to me because she knew I would treasure it. I did. She also gave me an incredible compliment. She said I was genuine. She could tell that about me. Now isn't that something?! That is a true #pecanreport right there!

Funny thing is the novel I have written is called The Mugging of Me. The main character, Abigail, was given a mug that causes her to do things she never dreamed possible. How funny is that?! It's not really funny because deep down I know that is God. He's gently nudging me again to get back to my writing. I've been at a standstill lately.

I'm not having writer's block because God gives me so many things to write about that I honestly can't keep up or process some things for that matter. I am the one that blocks myself, not anything else. The ideas come quicker than I can establish them. Children's books, teen novels, women's fiction. All ideas, but only stopped by my own neglect and fear. Yes, I allow fear to stop me. I try to remember to "Get Out of the Boat, Peter!" but sometimes it's just difficult. (Insert stomping foot and pouting lip here!)

It's not that I don't think I can do it. I've already written one. It's not published, but I am praying that someday it will be. I believe that God is pushing this for me. Maybe it will be my retirement job! All I know is that I must continue to schedule time for myself to be still and listen to God while recording the words that the gives me.

The other part of this great gift I received was the impossible part. You see, a few years ago, I had the privileged of receiving a message from God delivered by one of my precious eighth grade students. It came at huge time of doubt for me. A time in which I was terribly afraid and didn't know what to do next. I was about to back out on finishing the thing that caused me the most pain and was the most nerve wracking during this time period. God knew what He had said to me. I knew what He had said to me, but I allowed the fear of the unknown to sink in and almost destroy me. The student didn't know anything about what was going on with me. She had no idea at all.

She approached me at the end of class that morning, crying. When I asked what was wrong, she simply stated that she couldn't leave class and then she cried harder. I started asking questions about her morning and what was wrong. She just kept crying and saying she couldn't leave. Finally, she said she couldn't leave because she had to tell me something. I was relieved that we were getting somewhere. I told her to just tell me whatever it was that she needed to tell me. I had heard about everything as I was a middle school teacher. She laughed. Then she said, "I have a message from God for you and he told me I couldn't leave class without telling you."

Now, it's my turn to cry. Like I said, she had no idea what was going on in my personal life. I said to her, "Tell me what He said." Her response was that she didn't know how to explain what the message was. She said she was sorry. I said that it wasn't for her to explain it. If God had a message for me I would know exactly what it meant and it wouldn't need explanation.

She took a deep, shuddering breath and said, "God wants you to know that you should handle the possible and let Him handle the impossible." Now, I was sobbing.

This beautiful child of God knew that He had spoken to her and that she could not leave my presence without telling me what He needed me to hear. I couldn't imagine having that kind of courage when I was in the eighth grade.

I hugged her tightly and assured her that I knew exactly what God meant. I did know. That "thing" that scared me beyond belief- the one that caused me so much pain that I was almost backing out of- now I knew I had to move forward and finish what I started. I had to do the possible and allow God to do the impossible. I needed to find my faith and pack away my fear.

The end of the story? I believed in this message and I finished what I started. Did God show up? Of course He did! Bigger and stronger than I ever imagined He could. Did he really do the impossible? Yes, He did!

When you are up against things that you don't think you can handle, remember that message from God, "You do the possible, and let me handle the impossible!"

He never fails us. He always shows up. Find your faith and pack away your fear. Allow God to mug your life too! It's beautiful when He does!