Life is like a game of checkers…full of choices ~KE

Wednesday Word

I watched as he sat and thought, and thought, and thought before making his
next move…

Thanks for joining us for Wednesday’s Word with Kim-Evinda and Trench Classes
United. We are confident that you will receive something for your own journey
with God from this Wednesday’s Word and that you will use it as a weapon of
warfare in the battles of life.

I don’t think I had ever seen him think so intensely, and yet it was beautiful at the
same time because he wasn’t one to play board games, card games, any game,
really, and he had never played Checkers, ever in his life. I hadn’t played since I
was a young girl. I was both encouraged and frustrated at the same time:
encouraged as I love this “connection” I have with this little guy, despite not living
with him anymore. The frustration was real, however, fun frustration, if there is
such a thing, but this 13-year-old was beating me.

As we exchanged moves – he always has to remind me of the rules -- I got to
thinking, isn’t life like a game of checkers?

We all are presented with the gift of choice, choosing small and big things, and
many choices have the right/wrong component to them and often affect those in
our inner circle.

When situations and circumstances arise because of someone else’s choice(s),
don’t you just wish He would have made them choose differently?
Here’s what I have come to know (in Hebrew, the word know translates to yada
which means to know with our inner being, in other words as a result of
experience) that God doesn’t make things happen to cause us pain; but we can
trust Him to work it all out for our good and His glory.

God loves us enough to allow us to choose…but we don’t have to choose as if we
are lost, wondering and wandering with no one to advise us. Jeremiah 29:12 says
that He will listen to us when we call upon Him and when we seek Him with our
whole heart, we will find Him…and the answer to each and every choice we have
to or get to make.

Friend, can I encourage you to begin your days with choosing to invite Him into
them. Oh, and by the way, my now 13-year-old grandson did wind up beating me,
not just once, either 
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Thoughtfully,
Kim-Evinda