The Portion of my Inheritance

Our Lord is so very precious!

His amazing kindness and goodness surrounds us everyday, in everything we do. His tender care of us is always there for us to see, if we would but give Him a chance to reveal His love to us. A love that cares so deeply for every part of our being.

If we would be willing to get to know Him and to spend time with Him, we would see Him everywhere. As you grow to love Him you will learn to recognize Him in every little part of your life. You will grow memories with Him and they will be astounding! If you choose not to spend time with Him you will miss out on the most amazing blessings that your heart could ever imagine.

I have several precious memories with my Lord that I constantly reflect upon. Memories that have grounded me in faith and in His constant love. Memories that have grown me up in Him and have held me steadfast.

This is one of my favorites:

My friend Paula and I have been prayer partners for years. We have shared every part of our hearts with each other through the lifting up to our Lord. Our hearts have been so closely woven together that often times we know that there is a need before it has even been put to voice. It is not unusual for one of us to call the other to find out what is going on because the Lord had put something on our hearts.

My son Kory was up to test for his 2^nd degree black belt. The training and preparations were grueling and extensive. For months he trained several days a week, hours a day for this test. And we were praying.

Testing for a black belt is both physically and mentally exhausting. It is very stressful and overwhelming. There are two parts to this test, the first part is the hardest, it is always on a Friday evening and lasts for several hours. There is a panel of high ranking black belts that watch your every move. Each of them have the right to ask you to do anything at any given moment and you must be prepared for it.

The test always starts with Katas. They begin with the white belt kata and work their way through all the belt levels. There is a 3 strike you’re out rule. No if, ands, or buts, if you miss anything in any kata after 3 times you are asked to leave the mat. You are done.

Kory knew the katas backward and forward. He practiced them constantly but he gave way to the stress during the test and headed straight for disaster. I remember looking at the clock when the katas started and it was around 7. He did the first kata perfect. Second kata went great. Third kata was awesome. But something went wrong on the fourth kata. At one of the turns he turned the wrong way. Now I know that turning the wrong way once is no big deal, I mean if it were up to me I would have let it pass, but they take these things very seriously and it did not go unnoticed.

I saw the face of the head instructor. He saw it and he knew that Kory knew this kata but he could not make an exception for his beloved student.

He asked the group to do the kata again. And Kory turned the wrong way. . . again!

My heart was pounding and all I could think of was; “I need to call Paula and ask her to pray!” But I could not leave my son. I was praying, praying, praying! All the months of training and discipline were about to go down the drain. All his hard work was about to be for nothing!

You could of heard a pin drop in that room when the head instructor asked everyone but Kory to leave the mat. He allowed one upper belt girl to stay. The next few moments moved in slow motion and with every breath that I breathed I offered up desperate prayers.

Finally it was over and he had done it! Everyone was so happy and when the test was over and he had passed the instructor came to us and shook our hand, he said in a relieved voice, “He really had me worried there for a moment, I didn’t think he would make it!”

The first thing I did when I got into our car was to call Paula.

As she answered the phone she immediately said to me, “Peggy! What was going on around 7:00?

I could not believe it! So I told her the story and how I wanted so badly to call her and ask her to pray but couldn’t leave Kory. This is what she said:

“I was cooking dinner around 7 and the Lord told me to stop doing what I was doing and to go pray for Kory.”

She did not know what was going on but she was obedient to the voice of the Lord and prayed for my son. And He heard our cry!

I realize that it may not sound like a big deal to some for him to pass that test. But it was a big deal to Kory and it was to the Lord. He was showing us how much He cared about us, the things that matter to us, the taking care of the details. He was so faithful to our prayers and it grew the faith of every person involved.

“but the very hairs of your head are all numbered.” Jesus~Matthew 10:30