Sharing A Seed

Tonight I met up with a dear friend who lives abroad, but with whom things never seem to change no matter how long between visits. We shared the stories of the past 8 years of our lives over two enormous vanilla lattes. (I’m convinced that I could die happily in a cozy corner of a coffee house sipping a latte with a friend.)

As we chatted, the conversation organically turned to faith. While she’s not a believer, she was a genuine and ready listener. I silently asked Jesus to give me His words wherever the conversation went.

She wanted to know why Christians follow some parts of the Bible like Jesus’s commands in the new testament, but other parts were ignored, like the temple laws in Leviticus. Amazingly, I was able to launch into an explanation of the difference between old and new covenants, and how Jesus changed the game upon his arrival. And consequently, very fitting for the Christmas season!)

Afterward, I was astounded by how much I actually understood. As much as we downplay our abilities to “got out and make disciples”, we often know more than we think we know. Most of the apostles were simply ordinary guys. Jesus proved to us that you don’t need to hold a degree in Biblical Studies in order to share God’s truth.

Tonight I shared a tiny seed of truth into God’s purpose and plan with a friend. Even if I never get to see it, I know for certain that it will not fail to produce fruit somewhere, somehow.

Read

10 “The rain and snow come down from the heavens
    and stay on the ground to water the earth.
They cause the grain to grow,
    producing seed for the farmer
    and bread for the hungry.
11 It is the same with my word.
    I send it out, and it always produces fruit.
It will accomplish all I want it to,
    and it will prosper everywhere I send it.

Isaiah 55:10-11 New Living Translation (NLT)

Think

Have you ever shared the gospel of Jesus with anyone?

Did you leave feeling satisfied that God would use your efforts?

Read 1 Thessalonians 2:13.

Pray

Dear Jesus, Thank you for the opportunity to share your truth with another one of your children. I pray that as we go out into the world “ready to give a reason for the hope that we have”, we would always remember that it is YOUR words, not our human ideas, that are being communicated. Help us to keep your word in reverence and to immerse ourselves in it daily. We love you and praise you because you are. Amen.

 

A Sweet Answer To Miscarriage: My Decision to Sponsor a Child

Religion that is pure and undefiled before God, the Father, is this: to visit orphans and widows in their affliction, and to keep oneself unstained from the world.

James 1:26-27

My first time sponsoring a child in poverty

I truly believe that God works out everything for the good of those who love him. I love God. Therefore, I trust that he will not allow my miscarriage to be for nothing.

You see, when I first believed that Jesus died for me, He poured the Holy Spirit into me, refreshing, remaking, and revitalizing my heart. No longer was I the same crusty selfish person… I was and am now free to let go of all the striving and effort the world requires of me. The shackles came off and the sleeves went up. 

Instead of striving and struggling for my own salvation, I have all the time in the world to throw myself, heart and soul, into the hard and sticky business of loving people.
My heart now points to true north. With divine guidance it knows exactly where it should be heading at any moment. I am not perfect yet! And my journey towards sanctification sometimes takes a sour turn. But it’s opportunities like sponsoring a child through ministries like Compassion International, that help me to remember again how much I need to be growing, giving, and point others to God.

The Bible says that everything that we do flows from the heart. My heart beats in health and clarity. My heart knows what will glorify God when it crosses my path.

I still long for a child of my own, but in the dog days of waiting patiently and expectantly on the Lord, I can take up the cause of “the least of one of these” and practice being a mother with the most powerful superpower ever given to me: Prayer. I am going to pray diligently as if this little girl was all mine, with overflowing, sacrificial, unconditional love.

And then if or when He decides to make me a physical mama, I’ll only have that much more love to give.


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