O Taste and See!

I like to defend God. I think He gets a lot of bad press, from people taking His name in vain to evolutionists denying His creation. God is good to all of His children. I want to spend time on this blog telling you about how God has been good to my family. Because God IS good – all the time.

I’m from a little town in Alaska. I grew up there. My dad had a tire shop there. He did pretty well for himself. Think dirt roads with lot’s of pot holes and you get the picture. Dad has since retired. My parents live in Anchorage now. But Dad’s shop is still there. He goes back occasionally to check on things. This summer dad went back to our small town to do some maintenance on the garage. Like all car garages, dad had dug a deep whole in the floor, so he could look up at the vehicles he was fixing. The floor of the garage was starting to collapse because of the hole in the floor and dad realized he needed to fill the hole to support the floor and keep it from collapsing in. Dad is no spring chicken, but he was determined to get that hole filled in. He had some gravel delivered to his garage. They delivered the gravel, a big mound right in front of his garage. Near the hole, but not in the hole.

So there dad stood, in front of the garage, shovel in hand. In his mind, he pictured it taking weeks to fill that hole with the gravel. His hips ached just thinking about it. He took a deep breath. How in the world was he going to get this done? As he stood there, a couple walking by, stopped and asked my dad a question. Did he know of anyone that needed help with anything? They were looking to get paid to do practically anything. Dad looked at them. He asked them how much they were looking to get paid. Twenty bucks they said. Dad smiled and handed them the shovel. I need help he told them. He told them he needed them to shovel the big mound of gravel into that hole in the garage. They went right to work shoveling. They finished in an hour and a half. Dad paid them $100 and thanked them. They thanked Dad. And Dad thanked God for supplying the labor he desperately needed to fill that hole with gravel.

My mom doesn’t drive anymore. Her eyes got bad awhile back so she had to turn in her driver’s license. Right around that time, they moved to Anchorage, so Mom could take buses around town. Mom had a doctor’s appointment one day and as she came out of the hospital to head for the bus stop she could see this young guy either drunk or high yelling at a lady. The lady was yelling back at him. They were getting very heated and very loud. It scared my mom. As my mom warily watched them another lady appeared out of nowhere. Mom didn’t see where she came from, but she sat right next to Mom and told her, “You are going to be okay. I’m going to sit right here with you until the bus comes.” Mom felt comforted. And the lady sat there until the bus came. It was like the lady read my mom’s mind. But it wasn’t the lady who read mom’s mind, it was God who read her mind.

For those of us who are God’s children, He watches out for us. He loves us. He protects us. He knows the numbers of hairs on our head.

Psalms 34:8 reads, “Oh taste and see that the Lord is good; How blessed is the man who takes refuge in Him.”

I love that verse. I just gave you a little taste of God in my parents’ lives. God is so good. He sent two people to Dad to help him fill a hole. He sent a lady to keep my mom company while she waited for the bus. God does these things all the time for His children. He loves His children.

God is good all the time. I’ve said this before. Not some of the time. Not occasionally. He is good all the time. He hears our thoughts. He knows our name. He gave us Psalms 34:8 so we would know how good He is. Come and taste Him and see that He is good. He will never disappoint.