It started with a cross, and God knew what I would do next. I tend to comment when I see others adornment of faith. Bold? Definitely, and ironically, I don’t always feel bold in my faith.
This cross is very small but God drew my attention to it. A very short conversation ensued, and I’m sure the other person thought, “that was that.” BUT God. I’ve been walking with him long enough to know nine times out of ten, that is that is only the beginning.
I immediately began praying for this dear, sweet soul, with Jesus impressing on my heart, for the one.
“What do you think? If a man owns a hundred sheep, and one of them wanders away, will he not leave the ninety-nine on the hills and go to look for the one that wandered off?
Matthew 18:12
And then, then I thought, “that was that” We are halfway through the first month of this new year, and I have said, numerous times, “I can’t make this stuff up!” One day late last year, I stepped outside for my morning run, music in my ear full tilt, and minding my own business. I didn’t get two steps off the porch, and it was as if a box dropped onto my shoulders. And then I heard it. The Lord had given me a word for this person. “Wait, what?” “Lord, I hardly know this person.” “That’s rather bold of me to say, isn’t it Lord?” These were just a few of the responses going through my mind. I dragged my feet for weeks. I vacillated between asking God to create a moment to give away this word, and completely avoiding the opportunities set before me.
Finally, I got out of my own way, an opportunity presented itself, and I nervously took it. It was a now or never situation. Whew, done. That was that. Wrong. I was thrust into a period of intercessory and travailing prayer for this person-I’m an empath, and many times I experience the BIG emotions the person I am praying for is experiencing. (A word to those who have the gift of empathy- it is my experience, that it is important to ask God to help you distinguish what is yours and what is not, and to give ‘the not’ back to God. Intercessory and travailing prayer is a sacrifice and can be very daunting. Letting go of ‘the not’ lightens the responsibility). I continue to pray for this person. I boldly told God I would pray for the remainder of this year, if that is what He is asking of me-actually, I’ll pray as long as God asks me too. I can’t help but feel God has something magnificent in store for them when they come to the place of just surrendering.
I chose the song, Left It In The River, because God wants me, he wants you to remember those first moments you said, “yes,” to Jesus. Remember the excitement you felt, remember the love you felt, remember the freedom you felt. Remember how you left it all in the river.
Remember.
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