When the time comes...

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It is January 10th, in Chicago, and 54 degrees!!!

Every kid who got a new bike for Christmas is cruisin' the sidewalks!!

I can imagine that a bike under the tree Christmas morning (depending on your latitude) would be both welcome and frustrating; frustrating because of the possible very L O N G   wait until Spring to test out the new wheels. It's tough having a gift and  not being able to use it!

Today Max Lucado was talking about the gifts God has given to us...
You’re Pre-Packed
By Max Lucado
There are diversities of activities, but it is the same God who works all in all. I Corinthians 12:6
You were born pre-packed! God looked at your entire life, determined your assignment, and gave you the tools to do the job!
You do something very similar before you travel. You consider the demands of the journey and pack accordingly.
Cold weather? Bring a jacket. Business meeting? Carry the laptop.
Time with grandchildren? Better take some sneakers and pain medication!
God did the same with you. Joe will do research—install curiosity! Megan will lead a private school—an extra dose of management.
I need Eric to comfort the sick—include a healthy share of compassion. Denalyn will marry Max!—instill a double portion of patience.
Exodus 35:35 says: God has filled them with skill!
God packed you on purpose for a purpose!  


Andy Wood, on his blog, LifeVesting, said today "A thousand opportunities dance before those whose eyes are open to see them.  Ten thousand chances pass by those too lost in fear or consuming to notice them."

May our eyes be open to the opportunities God is putting before us to use those gifts He's pre-packed us with!




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