It is unlike me to go more than a week without writing a blog, but lately I have been going about life waiting for something to happen. But something worth writing about happens to me everyday, its if and what I chose to share that is the issue. Someone I love recently told me in so many other words that my blogs are pretty much pointless because no one really cares what I have to say. I think to myself, is he right? Why has God chosen me to carry on a life that normally no one would really care about but for some reason is meant to impact those around me.
Maybe I am going off on a tangent but sometimes we all need a good story to really show us how awesome and faithfully redeeming our God truly is. So this is just a simple story and to this certain person I say, YOUR RIGHT, my words may not matter but I am not here to please man (Galatians 1:10) I am here to please God alone. So I only pray that my “stories” show people that there is more to life than waiting for something to happen, we are called to go out and love the orpans and the widows, the broken and alone, we are called to be prepared for the bridegrooms return.
Sitting on a small wooden bench in the local mall I tried to hear God and I struggled to create a profound story of Gods miracles. Feeling pressure welling inside of me and my heart pounding, my fear overcoming my courage. “I see a pregnant woman standing by Santa”, I relectanly say. We begin to walk to see a young woman with her back turned to us. As she turns around a swollen belly is reveled behind a flowing purple shirt. Panic overflowing as I say, “what do I say, what do I do, what if she doesn’t respond, this is awkward, we look weird”. All this going through my head as she walked out the doorway with two lttle girls running before her. I failed, I missed my chance, God gave me a vision/a chance and I simply stood around asking questions and waiting for something to happen. I still have no profound revelation to what God was doing that day but I can’t pass up another chance because I am a servant of God and it is my job, no my honor to serve him. I never felt any less loved but I know I will get the chance again, question is will I take it or will I WAIT for something to happen?
