Last week as I opening my bible up to do my morning scripture reading, I was trying to open to Psalms and my bible pages parted on Samuel 1. I thought to myself, "oh, Danny mentioned awhile ago he was reading Samuel". I did not give it another thought as I again turned the pages to Psalms. My hands fumbled and the pages again parted at Samuel 1 as if the pages were accustomed to being opened to that page. Now I was paying attention, so I read. The heading that grabbed my was Hannah's Prayer. I read it and thought, okay.... good prayer. I thought there must be something else. I remembered the story of Samuel a bit so I read before the prayer and remembered. Hannah was barren. She prayed to the Lord for a son. She promised the Lord if He did give her a son she would dedicate him to the Lord all the days of his life. Guess what? She had a son and named him Samuel. As soon as Samuel was old enough to be weened Hannah and her husband Elkanah brought Samuel to Shiloh to be raised by the priest Eli. I was happy to be reminded of this great story and went along with my day. About an hour later I was polishing the furniture in the hallway. We have a book shelf in the hall with all of our CD's on it. The bottom shelf has cookbooks, a couple of encyclopedia like books, and 2 old bibles. One is a King James that I never use, I think it was Chris'. The other is a smaller black bible that zipped up. Anyway they were dusty! As I was dusting the black zip up bible (I have never used this bible in my life, it was Chris' from childhood) I looked at the spine wondering what version it was. It simply stated "red letter bible". Well, that did not help much so I sat in the hallway and unzipped the bible to investigate. I was leafing through the pages when I noticed a bookmark in Samuel 1 ... Hannahs Prayer. Now friends, this was no ordinary bookmark. When my children had their pictures taken in elementary school they sent bookmarks with their school pictures on them with the package of pictures. The bookmark was Danny in 2nd grade.


I was so amazed and pleased and grateful that God takes time to talk to me. Me?!?! He does it all the time. Maybe not quite as obviously as this, but pretty close. I feel loved. Sooooo loved.
The Lord wants me to give all of my worries, cares, fears, everything about my son to Him.
Dear God, Danny is yours. He was all along anyway :)
II Chronicles 16:9;
"For the eyes of the Lord move to and fro throughout the earth that He may strongly support those whose heart is completely His."