There were several occasions where I just held my head between my hands and tried to comprehend the goodness of Father. Who am I that he has chosen me to bear the message of his son. Not only that, but he gives the Spirit to work in me? O what wonder is this!?
Even as I write I feel the quiet call of my lover drawing me deeper. O He is Good. His Mercy is from everlasting to everlasting.
Prior to this week, I had been feeling a little worn. I was tired of sharing a life changing message and seeing incongruity in the response of those who heard. Should not a life changing message produce life change? Is not Father worthy of total surrender? He is faithful. Always faithful.
This week I went to a more rural area than I've been to. As I looked at the hunts and felt a sense of hesitancy rise up within me, I also heard Father say, "Isn't this what you asked for." I tried to quiet my anxieties and asked Father for peace.
I was slightly discouraged because I first came to a believer. If you are thinking that I was wrong to be discouraged, you are right. I was quickly made aware of my wrong and the Spirit corrected me. I trained that man to grow and share. Then his daughter came home and my interpreter for the day told me that I would share with her.
As I unfolded the message before her, she showed little sign of response. I asked that Father would not allow my heart to grow dull from giving the news so many times. He responded powerfully. I felt the power of God overtake me and I found myself completely broken for this woman and for all who have no idea of His goodness.
I began to cry as I told her that I bear a heavy burden on my back for those who don't know him. I hear their cries ringing in my ears. I told her that I wanted so desperately to experience the life and heart change that I had. She told me that was what she wanted as well.
We prayed and cried out to God in desperation. As I finished I looked at her. She was wiping tears from her eyes. We saw God in one another as I thanked her for listening and she thanked me. She was dunked the next day and inexpressible joy was manifested on her face. O sing Praise to Father! He is Faithful indeed!
What else is there? What else could I live for? To quote Peter, "where else would we go, you have the words of life!"
NOTHING TOO PRECIOUS FOR THE SON!
We prayed and cried out to God in desperation. As I finished I looked at her. She was wiping tears from her eyes. We saw God in one another as I thanked her for listening and she thanked me. She was dunked the next day and inexpressible joy was manifested on her face. O sing Praise to Father! He is Faithful indeed!
What else is there? What else could I live for? To quote Peter, "where else would we go, you have the words of life!"
NOTHING TOO PRECIOUS FOR THE SON!