In 1996, retirement and a job situation entailed a move seventeen miles from the church I had been attending for several years. I did not want to change churches but I knew I couldn’t keep up the activities I was doing there—office work, prayer, three services a week, children’s ministry. So I decided I would teach an adult class on Sunday mornings; I could do that with one trip a week. I got approval from the pastor and set about to do my thing.
After my plans, I got in my car, headed south toward home, and the Lord said to me, “You’re pulling pigweeds.” And in my memory I saw myself at six years old with a very loose tooth. At the table one evening, daddy noticed that loose tooth; he pointed it out to momma. I slipped off my chair and went out behind the barn and began pulling pigweeds as hard as I could. I guess I thought daddy would not make me come in to get that tooth pulled when I was helping him out like that.
And I knew that God was right, I was pulling pigweeds—trying so hard to be busy with a job for him, I would not have to change churches. You know he didn’t tell me I couldn’t stay there and pull pigweeds if I wanted to, but I knew I was not going to be satisfied with my hard work if I wasn’t willing to move to where he wanted me to go. So I left, changed churches and found myself head over heels in love with my new church situation. Now how did God remember about my pulling pigweeds when I was six! He obviously is not bound by such a thing as time. Amazing, isn’t it?