To the Infinite, all finites are equal.

2 Kings 6

New Living Translation (NLT)

The Floating Ax Head

6 One day the group of prophets came to Elisha and told him, “As you can see, this place where we meet with you is too small. 2 Let’s go down to the Jordan River, where there are plenty of logs. There we can build a new place for us to meet.”

“All right,” he told them, “go ahead.”

3 “Please come with us,” someone suggested.

“I will,” he said. 4 So he went with them.

When they arrived at the Jordan, they began cutting down trees. 5 But as one of them was cutting a tree, his ax head fell into the river. “Oh, sir!” he cried. “It was a borrowed ax!”

6 “Where did it fall?” the man of God asked. When he showed him the place, Elisha cut a stick and threw it into the water at that spot. Then the ax head floated to the surface. 7 “Grab it,” Elisha said. And the man reached out and grabbed it.

Elisha is great, am I right?
His faith is through the roof, obviously. He wasn't thinking "Oh, goodness.. What if I pray, and look like an idiot, because the ax head doesn't come up.."He also wasn't thinking "Oh, goodness.. What if I pray, and look like an idiot, because it wasn't God's will for the ax head to come to surface..." (I am sooo convicted of this.) (By the way, if you ever feel this way, recognize it is the enemy. God 'changes His mind' often. If we declare things will happen, and we have the faith to back our declaration up, He will pour favor onto us.)

Elisha was thinking "We can't get work done without this borrowed ax head. Lemme pray about that." and THAT is what I absolutely love. 

I actually read about this story in a book I am reading, called In a Pit With a Lion on a Snowy Day. (FANTASTIC BOOK, BY THE WAY. I can't get my nose out of it.) I am here to expand on what I got from this story, and share a few quotes from Mark Batterson, the author.

  My beautiful friend, Nicole, asked me to pray for her fingernail not to fall off, because she had slammed it in a door. 

  Of course, I was completely willing. But it got me thinking about the story of Elisha. How God poured favor out on Elisha, even when it was just simply an ax head. It wasn't a life or death situation, Elisha just wanted that darn thing back, and he knew God was willing to defy all odds, just to fulfill his request. 

See, the issue isn't our view of the situation, the issue isn't even the situation itself. The issue is our view of God.

The issue isn't that Nicole's finger was slammed in a door. She knows God is willing to answer the 'small' requests, just as He is the 'big' requests. 

As Matt Batterson says it, "To the Infinite, all finites are equal."

God doesn't look down at a woman praying for her mother with cancer, and say "Hmm.. This is a bit too difficult to do. Maybe next time." If He can split the Red Sea in TWO, He can bring healing, just like His word says!

Psalm 103:1-5 

"Let all that I am praise the Lord; with my whole heart, I will praise his holy name. Let all that I am praise the Lord; may I never forget the good things he does for me. He forgives all my sins and heals all my diseases. He redeems me from death and crowns me with love and tender mercies. He fills my life with good things."

There is no situation too large for our God. He made everything, and He knows everything. That means He is in CHARGE of everything. What makes you think He can't provide good things for His children?

That include all of the small things. 

God is forever. 100 years is NOTHING to Him, because He sits in a fantastic place where there is no such thing as time. 

Healing a woman with cancer is no different than healing a fingernail. 

To the infinite, all finites are equal. 

As Mark Batterson says, "We have big requests and little requests. We have 

easy requests and difficult requests. But that is a false construct. The truth is this: To the Infinite, all finites are equal. There is no big or small, easy or difficult, possible or impossible. When it comes to God, there are no degrees of difficulty. There are no odds when it comes to God. All bets are off."

Kinda puts our situations into crazy perspectives, am I right? 

Yeah, I'm right.

Pride isn't a gift of the Spirit.

  Ever met someone that left you completely awestruck? This question sums up my day.

  See, there's this guy that I went to high school with. (He's still in high school, I just started homeschooling.) Everyone talks about him, but in a GOOD way. He's well known for being an awesome follower of Christ. So when I found out I would be preforming with him for a complete day, I had mixed feelings.
  Half of me was excited. I was ready to see what God was working through this guy. I was thrilled. But the other half of me had the feeling of the need to show off. Half of me was the old Taylor. Half of me was the Taylor seeing the face of Christ.
  Before one side had the chance to win, Here (We're going to call Him Buzz. For Buzz Lightyear.) Buzz walks in, limping. He had messed up his ankle a while earlier, and had just got back from therapy.
   See, I am no expert on this kind of stuff. But when the anointing of God is seriously on a person, I can smell it on their breath. It is a green peppermint type smell. It's cold and minty when they speak to you. I believe some preachers try to fake this smell, also. I know a certain pastor who eats peppermints while praying for people, maybe in hopes that people will draw false conclusions, maybe not. Who knows. But see, when people eat peppermints, it's more of a smell, when the anointing of God is more of a peppermint, cold, comforting feeling. I think that anointed God smell was the first thing that I noticed about Buzz.
   While practicing a song, He asked me if I knew what 'Shekinah' meant. I thought for a minute, and said 'Uh, no, I don't think so.' In the middle of him explaining 'Shekinah' to me, I felt the complete peace of God. The feeling of wanting to rest in the Spirit and cry your eyes out in worship at the same time. That's when I knew this guy was one of the best people I had ever met. And he didn't even know my name.
   Buzz is the Christian I strive to be. He is the Christian I pray for, for my community, for my high school, for my country. He's the Christian who seeks God more than he seeks his daily meal. That is the anointing of God.
 
   We had 2 'gig's. One at 11, one at 6. In between, the rest of the band and myself went out to eat, and just hung out. I'm not actually sure where Buzz went, but we all met together again around 4 for practice.
   For 2 straight hours I had watched this poor guy limp around due to his ankle. I knew from the start that the Spirit wanted me to lay hands on his foot and pray for him, but I was a bit hesitant..
I was a bit afraid I would have too much pride afterwards, because I had that spirit of pride before practice. I knew if it ended up healed, I would crave the glory for myself. I would want Buzz to thank me for it, instead of God. I would want Buzz to look at MY personal relationship with God, and think I was a good Christian because 'I' healed his ankle.

   I finally broke down and asked which ankle was bothering him. I laid hands on his ankle for about 2 minutes, praying in tongues. After I felt led to stop praying and ask him if his ankle felt any

better, his face completely lit up.  He started walking and jumping around with the hugest smile on his face. At this time, God completely took my pride away from me. I didn't want to be seen. I wanted the glory to go to God for the miracle, instead of myself. I was absolutely humbled. I wasn't proud of myself, I was proud of my God.

  What Christ reminded me of was this verse.

 Matthew 7:21-23      

“Not everyone who says to me, ‘Lord, Lord,’ will enter the kingdom of heaven, but the one who does the will of my Father who is in heaven. On that day many will say to me, ‘Lord, Lord, did we not prophesy in your name, and cast out demons in your name, and do many mighty works in your name?’ And then will I declare to them, ‘I never knew you; depart from me, you workers of lawlessness.’

  See, a person can preform healings all day long, and not have their heart in the right place. Just because my God is big, doesn't mean my faith is.

That was right before the service started, and at the end of the service, Buzz told me he had been wanting so badly to experience healing for something. Anything. He had been praying for healing.
Isn't it funny how perfectly God answers prayers?

God saw my pridefulness. He saw Buzz's craving for healing.
God placed things just perfectly.