Spirit Follows me to Disney

I am always amazed at the ways God puts me where He wants me to be. I honestly thought I was just going to Disney, but He had plans for me….even there.

We ran all over Disney last week and did our very best to keep up with the grand kids. But, on the third day of Disney Bootcamp, we encountered an attraction that involved the audience sitting on the ground to watch a show. I drew the line at that demand because I knew that I would never be able to get back up if I sat down on the ground for thirty minutes. The kids ran happily to the sitting area and I searched the wall for a place for me to at least lean. Someone else must have had the same problem because, to my great relief, there was a single bench that ran along the wall. Several other people had already filled up the bench but there was one place remaining for me. So, I happily took my place.

I turned to the woman sitting next to me and made some comment about how very nice it was for them to provide the bench. The show had not started yet so we started visiting. I asked her where she lived and she told me she was from South Carolina. I had seen a report earlier in the day about the huge snowstorm there and I mentioned it to her. She began to tell me that all her employees had been desperately calling her and asking if they had to go to work because of the icy driving conditions. So I asked what business she was in and she told me she was part of a team of people who do grief counseling at a hospital.

Then, she continued on to tell me that, after many years of counseling others, she had recently lost her daughter and nobody really knew how to help her. She said that she was used to helping grieving families who had lost babies, but her own situation was just so different.

Words started coming out of my mouth without me thinking them…again…and I knew God was using me there so I just let it flow. I found myself telling her the story about my mother’s passing and how, when she was mostly on the other side, she began to laugh and smile to something somewhere that we could not see. We asked her what she was doing and she laughed and said, “I’m playing with my boys! They are so cute!”

It took us a few seconds before we understood what was happening. My mother only had two children and we were both girls. She had, however, miscarried three boys who had been about six months along when she lost them. So, her sons had come to meet her at the door! And that means that I will get to meet my brothers someday too!

After I told her that story, she got very quiet and I noticed she had tears in her eyes. She wiped her eyes and the show began so we had to stop talking. But, the message had been sent. When I thought about that later, I realized that I had just given her a message that obviously affected her and would probably be related to others who were hurting because of miscarriages. So, God used me to comfort her and also managed to possibly comfort many others in a state where I would never be. Amazing!

God is so amazing!

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Animals and Children and Spirit

One advantage of these gifts of God is that the Holy Spirit is readily obvious to animals and children. I am not quite sure how this works, but my gift seems to attract both.
I have always been famous for my “ways” with animals. Of course my cats are mostly one-person pets and they follow me like an entourage around the house. I have one cat that nobody even sees but he lands on my lap every time I have one. Strays that we find outside on the ranch will run from everyone else, but come mewing up to me. It is like they sense something in me that they trust. I believe that it is Spirit.
I once raised a bobcat kitten in my house. The mother had been killed when the kittens already had their eyes open, so they were not gentle at all. In fact, they were like little buzz saws! My husband scooped them up wearing very thick leather gloves and a brush jacket and put them in a cat crate. When he got them home, I fed them and watered them, but they would not eat because they were so upset. I finally decided to gear up with all the thick leather and get one out to try to calm it down. At first, she freaked out and did her best to get away and scratch me but after a few moments, she looked up at me and completely relaxed. I started loving on her ears and head and before I knew it she was purring. Did you know that bobcats have a very LOUD purr? It was more like a diesel truck running than a cat purr.
We became fast friends ( I no longer needed all the leather) and she would ride around on my neck like a scarf as I walked through the house. She slept on my bed and I fed her like a queen. But she never even pretended to like anyone else. For two years, she lived in my house and was my best friend and then she became hormonal and decided to go live out on the ranch. She would stop by and wait at the gate for me to come out so she could lead me to the barn and we could sit and quietly commune for about thirty minutes before she wandered back out to the ranch.
She was not the only ranch animal that reacted to me this way. My husband would find abandoned baby mohair goats and try to feed them a bottle. The babies always refused him. So he would scoop them up and bring them to me. After a few moments of gentle talking and petting, the babies would respond by trying to take the bottle. I raised many sanchos this way, including goats, sheep and calves.
My horse is MY horse…that is she never gives me any trouble but even bucks if someone else tries to ride her. I had been looking for a horse and was at a horse trader’s ranch. I saw her (she is a beautiful leopard appaloosa) but was told that she did not like women. As I looked through the other horses, she pushed her way towards me an nudged me to get my attention. The horse trader was amazed! “She has never done that before!” was all he could say. I tried her out and she was an angel for me so I bought her and brought her home. She still comes to me for treats and brushing but stays away from everyone else. We are great friends and she takes good care of me when I ride to make sure she does not go under low branches and things.
Children and babies are the same way with me. They just look at me and seem to know to trust me. I have had countless lost children find me in stores and I go help them find their moms. They just walk up an put their little hands in my hand. I must have “mommy” stamped on my forehead or something.
It was the same way even with my high school students. It was a small school district and we as high school teachers would always hear things like, “Oh, just wait till you get ____!” At first, I worried about these students coming up, but I soon learned that they never gave me any trouble. My colleagues would carry on about ______ but I always had a good experience with them. Some of them became some of my favorites…I know I was not supposed to have those but I did.
My point in all of this is that innocents are able to discern Spirit. Why is it not obvious to adults? We are far too distracted by the world to be able to see things like that. But, if you ask God in earnest to be able to see more Spirit, he will give you that gift and you will be much more aware of what is truly around you. Those of you who are gifted already know all about this…you have probably had the same experiences. I believe we are to use these gifts for His purpose. He put us here to comfort others, whether they be children or animals or just innocent people, and I for one crave accomplishing that.