I am a firm believer that the Lord works miracles. I think he creates situations and place people in situations to bless his people.
I also think there are somethings that just happen and some things that we can control and many things that he allows us to control. If something goes wrong I don’t immediately blame the devil, I don’t instantly think God has abandoned the person. It just happened.
I’m quick to say “thank you” to the Lord. I thank him for everything, but there are some things I might do and I won’t put the Lord’s name in it, or around it.
For instance, some years ago, I went to Richmond to get cornrows. I’m not sure why I couldn’t locate someone in Oakland to do it, but I’m sure I wanted a quick little style. I just realized that I don’t have any friends that can braid. I only know a couple folks that know how to use the blow dryer with a comb. I might need to advertise for new friends.
As I was sitting in the shop getting my cornrows, a girl- you know the chicks that just hang out in the salon all day- testified. This wasn’t the type of testimony she could have shared in church but she testified anyway.
She’d had a job interview at Target that went well. They called her back to do a drug test and pending that she would be hired. She panicked because her pee wasn’t pure. She began going through the folks she knew but didn’t know anyone who could give her weed free urine. She didn’t have time to take the pills that clean out the system either.
One of her friends offered up her child. The kid peed, she collected it, went home and put it in her refrigerator.
The next day, she rushed out the house and forgot the pee and her keys. She had locked herself out, and had to seek an alternate source for the pee.
So with time dwindling she went to her friends house for more pee. They had to give the girls son nearly a gallon of water before he could urinate. They put it in a baby bottle, she stuffed the bottle in her pant leg and went to the test.
When she got to the test, she discovered they didn’t allow individuals to take their bags into the bathroom. She had the urine in her pant leg. Praise the Lord.
When she got into the bathroom, she took the bottle and poured the urine in the test cup. As she exited she gave the cup to the lab person and they stuck a thermometer in it. They’d had people presenting cold pee and it had to be a certain temp.
Again praise the Lord. Had she not locked herself out the house, had she not left the refrigerated pee, had she not went to her friends house and been able to take warm pee to the test, she would have missed out on the job.
She gave thanks to God for that.
It sounds a bit messy. But we are admonished to remember the herbs of the field. So maybe MJ is not a drug that God finds messy, maybe the Lord did delay her and create those situations so things would work out on her behalf. Maybe the government is interfering with the herbs God put here to assist us.
I’m not nor have I ever been a weed smoker. I exist in my own euphoria. I don’t need anything to get me there. I do think MJ is less toxic and better than cigarettes and liquor. The drug that can be used without change seems better than liquor which has to be fermented or tobacco which is laced with who knows what.
I dunno, I don’t know how God works. Maybe all that was a divine delay for the weed girl. I won’t try to figure that out.