TJ Max. Belk. JC Penny. And Walmart. Some of my favorite stores. The problem? No one wants to go shopping with me. I create a scene entering and exiting stores. It has something to do with how I'm wired.
Like sometimes when I leave a store, I set off the electronic security device.
For no reason.
You know how the alarm beeps if the cashier forgets to remove the tag on certain merchandise. Or when a customer forgets to pay for merchandise--aka shoplifting.
Well, I don't fit in the first category. Sometimes the alarm goes off when I don't have any merchandise.
And I so don't fit in the second category. Enough said about that. I hope!
Still, greeters, clerks, and assistant managers hear that familiar buzz, and they dash to my side. If I have a package, they check the receipt and the items; of course, they find everything in order. Then they say, "Uh, I guess we have a glitch in the system."
And like, if I don't have a package, they say, "Well, maybe your cell phone caused the alarm to activate."
But I know what they're really thinking. I mean, wouldn't you?
I can also set off the alarm as I walk into a store. Talk about weird looks. Like I'm an alien or something.
I've become accustomed to this phenomenon, but it's so embarrassing for my friends. Especially if this is our first shopping extravaganza. (And usually our last).
I don't how it happens. Don't know why it happens. It just happens. Not always. But frequently. It isn't my cell phone. It's not the wiring in their security system.
It's me. How I am. How God wired me, I guess.
You know, God created us. He wired each of us with unique--sometimes quirky--personalities. With different temperments. Goals. Ambitions. Dreams.
He wired me with a dream about writing. I have, like, this love for words. For His word. I always have. Even when I was just a little girl.
I love to read His word. Study His word. Teach His word. I love to share what He's teaching me through His word. I love to share my sweet Savior like this.
Like articles. Devotions. Bible study lessons. That I long to write.
But then He said to me: Be still, sweet girl. You've got more to learn about loving. About loving Me with all of your heart. All of your soul. All of your mind. All of your strength.
I think He said that to me because that's really how He wired me. Actually, that's how He wired all of us.
To love Him like that.
To trust Him like that.
To believe in Him like that.
Because while I believe He gave me the dream, my hope is not in my dream; my hope is in my God. The Dream Giver.
I don't trust in my dream--I trust in my loving God.
I'm trusting Him to shape me. To shake me. Sift me. So that I will fit His dream for me.
And He will.
He knows me:
"Before I formed you in the womb I knew you" (Jeremiah 1:5a).
Oh, yes, sweet friend. He knew me before my life began. He knew you before your first heartbeat.
He knows what He's wired you to do and to be.
Do you know what's on His mind? If you do, please feel free to share your story. If you don't know exactly what He has for you, I'd love to pray with you about it.
Oh, by the way.
Is anybody in the mood for a little shopping spree with me?