Quote from Forum Archives on September 7, 2000, 12:26 pm

Posted by: tz8cy5 <tz8cy5@...>

My Mother's father worked as a carpenter. On this particular day, he was
building some crates for the clothes his church was sending to orphanages in
China. On his way home, he reached into his shirt pocket to find his glasses,
but they were gone. When he mentally replayed his earlier actions, he realized
what had happened; the glasses had slipped out of his pocket unnoticed and
fallen into one of the crates, which he had nailed shut. His brand new glasses
were heading for China!

The Great Depression was at it's height and Grandpa had six children. He had
spent $20 for those glasses that very morning. He was upset by the thought of
having to buy another pair. "It's not fair," he told God as he drove home in
frustration. "I've been very faithful in giving of my time and money to your
work, and now this."

Months later, the director of the orphanage was on furlough in the United
States. He wanted to visit all the churches that supported him in China, so he
came to speak one Sunday at my grandfather's small church in Chicago. The
missionary began by thanking the people for their faithfulness in supporting
the orphanage. "But most of all," he said, "I must thank you for the glasses
you sent last year. You see, the Communists had just swept through the
orphanage, destroying everything, including my glasses. I was desperate. Even
if I had the money, there was simply no way of replacing those glasses. Along
with not being able to see well, I experienced headaches every day, so my
coworkers and I were much in prayer about this.

Then your crates arrived. When my staff removed the covers, they found a pair
of glasses lying on top. The missionary paused long enough to let his words
sink in. Then, still gripped with the wonder of it all, he continued: "Folks,
when I tried on the glasses, it was as though they had been custom made just
for me! I want to thank you for being a part of that."

The people listened, happy for the miraculous glasses. But the missionary
surely must have confused their church with another, they thought. There were
no glasses on their list of items to be sent overseas. But sitting quietly in
the back, with tears streaming down his face, an ordinary carpenter realized
the Master Carpenter had used him in an extraordinary way.

There are times we want to blame God instead of thanking him! Perhaps it is
something we ought to try more often, "Thank you God for not allowing my car
to start this morning." He may have been saving your life from a car accident.
"Lord Jesus, thank you for letting me lose my glasses; I'm sure they'll be put
to good use or there is a lesson to be learned."

I have to remember this in these times of trial with my own family. May GOD
bless your week. Look for the perfect mistakes. God shall supply all your
needs according to his riches.