This post was written by a guest blogger; my daughter, Sarah Danner. :)
My husband and I live in one of the poorest counties in California. We live in the sticks. The only people around us, besides military folks, are farmers. Lots of dairy and fruit farms. It’s not unusual to see large trucks carrying loose fruit down the highway. I have often wondered why God picked this place for us. There’s nothing here.
Not long after we had moved here, we started traveling to different cities to see this side of the country. My husband and I both grew up on the east coast. We had both been out to the west coast for small trips but neither of us had ever lived out here. It was during our second or third weekend trip that we noticed how many homeless there were over here in CA. I know that there are homeless all over the country, but it seemed to us that they were particularly abundant out here in California.
I'm too tired. I'm haven't eaten a real meal in days. I need more sleep. There are these people, see Lord...
I was thinking about a job that my son was given to do. No one told him that he was the one who needed to do it. But he knew.
We always know when it is the Lord. When God is the one calling and challenging us with a task. And it always seems to come when we are the least ready to perform it. When we are the most tired and worn down.
I think the Lord does that by design. He waits until we are weak. I think He wants us to learn what we are made of. He already knows. And I think that He wants us to know that we need Him. When we are weak then we know that it's His strength.
And so, I watch as God challenges my son. My preacher boy. When he's the most tired and hungry and discouraged. "Now what, boy?", I hear Him ask my son. "You have plenty of excuses that you could offer. Go ahead, look to the left and look to...