It begins with a single step...

I really have no idea what I am about to begin, but I'm feeling compelled to write and so I am.  For the last couple of months I have felt really impressed to begin a journal of sorts that chronicles the way I see God moving.  Not just in my life, but in the lives of my family and friends, and more importantly in the lives of those around me.  I have seen the hand of God move in many ways over the years and each time it does, I'll stop and think 'I should really write that down'.  But I never do, and then I beat my self up. 
I've begun to ask myself how can I remember all the ways that God has moved in my midst if I don't take the time to make a note of it.  I mean sure,  I'll remember the big stuff like, needing a car and friends giving us one just because they felt God told  them to, but what about the little stuff. Like the time we lost the keys to our house, because they got separated from the keys to the car.  No big deal right?  I mean you just get a new one made.  But for me it was a big deal.  Not only did it have the key less entry fob for the van on the lost set, but it also had a memory. 
You see the house key I carried was given to me by a friend as sort of a house warming gift. It was one of those specialty keys that said 'As for me and my house we will serve the Lord'. I would say that you could just get another one to replace it, but the fact is, I had already been looking for months to find a key like it for a friend and had no luck.  Aside from it just being the actual key to get into the house, it also had a deeper value. For me it stood as a reminder of the valley that we had come through during the construction of our house.   I can't even begin to put into words the amount of stress that was put on our family, our finances or our marriage during that time.  It was a season I never want to relive, but one I never want to forget.  It is because I am able to see how the hand of God moved during that time. So to not have that key to use as a daily reminder of God's providence was a source of ache for my heart..... and God knew that.
Jeff always jokes around and teases about the fact that I am always quick to pray about something that has been lost.  However I know that if it is important to me then God cares, and I know that the Lord will always help me find it.  The case of my keys was no different. The day I had lost them was the day we got our Christmas tree so my head was swimming with the possibilities of where we could we have lost them.  After racking my brain with no luck I did the only thing I could think of, which was to pray.  So I did....for 3 weeks. Of course I continued to look under the seats in the van, dump out my purse a half dozen times and look in the yard on my way out the door, but ultimately I said 'Lord you have never failed me, and I trust that you won't this time either'.  And He didn't . One day while I was needing to get the tire changed on the van, I looked in the passenger seat storage drawer for my mini phone book to find a tire place close by.  When I opened the drawer there were my keys!  Immediately I was filled with a sense of praise.  You see I know that God doesn't really care about keys, but he cares tremendously about the person they belong  to.  And that is why He chooses to move.  To know that we trust Him with the little stuff.  And how much more should we entrust the bigger things of life to Him? 
I see it all the time and now I am challenged to journal each experience as I see it. I have no idea how often that will be, or what it will look like but one thing is for sure.  There is no limit to How God Moves!