Sometimes I just get blown away by the intimate care and details with which my Father cares for His children.  I shared one of my own stories about the roll of tape earlier this year, but when I see His care for other people, it has a way of stirring my soul in love for my Father as I see Him through the eyes of others.  He is intimately acquainted with our ways, and when no one else “gets” us, He does.

Earlier this year, I invited a couple of friends of mine to come to Fort Wayne and participate in a time of prayer to seek God for freedom in some areas.  As I was shopping for food and getting ready for their visit, I was inspired to make some AMAZING chocolate chip cookies that I had just had at my sister-in-law’s house the weekend before.  (Here is the recipe if you are interested)

I cannot tell you the last time that I made chocolate chip cookies, but I had a sudden urge and inspiration.  As I was at the grocery store, I also decided to get 8 o’clock bean coffee, as I heard my Uncle Steve’s voice in my head, telling me that this brand of coffee is “the best and only” for him!  (I almost always buy Starbucks coffee for my house!)

It was only later that I found out that my friend loved chocolate chip cookies, as they were a favorite for him growing up.  His mom died when he was in his 20’s, and chocolate chip cookies are a piece of “home” for him that he doesn’t have very often.  I also found out that he only drinks 8 o’clock bean coffee every morning at home, as it is also his favorite.  The prayer time he was about to enter into was a place of great vulnerability, requiring much courage, and the Father was caring for him in very intimate and special ways that only He knew, providing a sense of care, safety and home through coffee and cookies of all things.  What a joy to be a vessel of His care and love in such a simple way.   It led me to praise, as I know that the same Father that cared for Him cares for me with the same intimate knowledge.

I was just in the Czech Republic for the Josiah Venture spring conference where Dave Patty spoke on the Fatherhood of God and being “Found by your Father.”  During the conference there were chances for people to pray together, seeking the Father for healing and for a revelation of His presence.  I was asked to participate in a time of prayer with two men that I know well.  In looking diligently for a place to pray that was quiet and relatively undistracted, we ended up in a little sound booth at the back of the meeting room.  As we were praying, the words from a song came to mind in regards to one of the situations we were praying about.  The words were, “He rescues the souls of men, oh, he rescues the souls of men.”  Right after I shared with the two men those words, the printer in the sound booth started printing something, and it was pretty distracting, so we were trying our hardest to concentrate.  We figured someone probably needed the song sheets to get ready to lead worship that night, so Josh, one of two I was praying with, pulled the song sheets off the printer.

Would you believe it was THE SONG that I had just given them the words for.  We all sat there in awe with tears streaming down our faces as we experienced the Father’s care for his son who needed to hear those words wash over a very traumatic time in his life that had held him captive for years.  “Almighty Infinite Father, faithfully loving His own….”

I just arrived back in Texas late last night, and I have a couple days at my sister and brother-in-law’s house in Dallas before attending a conference this week.  This morning I woke up after a long flight from Czech and a short night’s sleep, and there, in my sister’s kitchen, was a teapot, English tea, and half and half waiting for me.  I almost cried when I saw it.  Jesus “prepared a place for me” to meet with him through the hands of my sister, as He knows that I love to have tea and chocolate with him every morning, spending time with Him in His word.  As I came to my room with the tea, I took out the chocolate that my friend Connie gave me as I was leaving the Czech Republic–the second part of His Father provision for me in the little things that no one else may notice.  I praise Him for my sister and Connie who serve as an expression of my Father to me.

Our Father knows.  He longs to connect with us in intimate and personal ways.  Paul prays in Ephesians that the “eyes of our heart will be enlightened to know Him more” so that we can know “the height, the depth, the width and the breadth of His love.”  Oh that we will have eyes to see our Father’s pursuit of us–His desire for  intimate connection and communion with His children that He loves.