Oh, I just have to share this. So after care group the other night, Greg, our care group leader, asked if anybody had a chance to share the gospel. I admit I was convicted when he asked that question, because I felt like I never really do that. While it may not seem so, I’m really shy when it comes to standing up for my God. This led to conviction, but in a good way.
That night at home, I talked with the Lord about this and that He might intervene, and sure enough wouldn’t you know it, the very next morning out at the bus stop a conversation about God came up and I was able to share Christ with someone. You just never know how the little things we do can plant seeds and spark conversation. The child I was talking with had attended church with our neighbor. The girl began to talk to me about Sunday School, which I happened to teach that weekend (isn’t it cool to see the sovereignty of God in motion). It was not long before her mom became engaged in the conversation., as well as other listening moms who were near by to listen. The conversation lead me to explain that Jehovah-Jareh means the Lord will provide and we were able to talk about the story of Abraham when God had asked him to sacrifice Isaac. The little girl’s mom said that just so happened to be one of her favorite stories from the bible. So let’s pray for these people, because I’m thinking the Lord is at work and subtly speaking to them.
This morning, the Lord provided another window of opportunity, because it happened to be bike safety day at school and I was priveledged to go with my son Billy. On the way home, I was talking with Billy’s friends’ dad from down the street. Our relationship in the past has been a casual one with the appropriate hi and byes. This morning was an exception to the rulesince we were heading back together and again the conversation once again it ended up in the conversation of religion. As we were talking, a Christian brother drove by and I asked this man if he knew him, and then we saw some others from our church on my Christian brother’s porch and so I explained that they’re all members of my church. He began telling me about his church. Our conversation has given me a heart for this man and and a heart to pray for him. His views on church and leadership is very different and according to the Bible very skewed and I believe once again God is at work by just giving me the opportunity to pray for this man. His thoughts and views of God and church made me sad because I felt as though it was just religion and that the purpose of going to church is to make moral people and not for the joy of knowing and worshiping one true God found in the Trinity. While the result of knowing and loving God does sanctify us and make us more holy and moral, that is a result not the purpose.
Opportunities to share our faith are everywhere and can be so profitable if we put feet to our faith. They may not always end up in a changed heart right right away. Conversations may end up showing the pains and wounds and blindness of those around us and give us as believers an opportunity to pray, serve and love those we might never have gotten the opportunity to know to pray for. In the end God is Glorified and we get the privilege to see Him work. What a great thing!
Please join me in prayer for these 2 families together. To ask God to perform the miracle of salvation that only he can perform, to open eyes to see and ears to hear, and to use any of us anyway he sees fit for this ultimate goal of salvation for others. Pray for God to use us more everyday and that our eyes would be opened to see and seize the opportunities He has given us. Pray that we may be instruments in a redeemers hands in bringing others the Good News of Jesus Christ with those He puts in our path.
I’m just so rejuvenated to feel God answering my prayers again, it feels good. I prayed for Him to use me and he has provided, Jehovah-Jireh, the Lord will provide, that was the lesson I just taught last Sunday! Isn’t God AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I Love You God and I love you saints!
Love you all,
Melissa