A Pencil in God's Hand

I have often been amazed at how God works in our lives. Some of my greatest experiences have come through the callings (church assignments) I've had. 

Today I was asked to help the Relief Society President in my ward (I'm currently the first counselor) with something on my lunch break. There is a sister in our ward who had to go to the hospital suddenly last night. Her dog was alone in her apartment. In talking with the RS president, we weren't sure what we were going to do. Her dog would need care a few times a day for potentially a couple of weeks. We're in a singles' congregation -- full of working individuals. And - there's one key to her apartment that would have to be passed around. 

Miraculously, we found a lady (who's not in our congregation) who was willing to take the dog for however long needed. Her dogs recently passed away and their household is set up perfectly for dogs - a large yard, etc. This lady doesn't know myself, the sister in the hospital or our RS president. She had just seen a post on social media asking for help with the dog. I think the Spirit must have nudged her a bit. Who does that - takes someone else's dog they don't know without pay and takes care of them? When we dropped off the dog to the lady it was so apparent to me that God's hand was in this. 

God loves His Children. He takes care of them. He provides solutions to problems. I know it. I've seen it. 

Mother Theresa stated my feelings so well: “I’m like a little pencil in His hand. That’s all. He does the thinking. He does the writing. The pencil has nothing to do it. The pencil has only to be allowed to be used.”

It is amazing to be part of God's work - simply an instrument - and see His hand play out in amazing things. God is good.