.:.I’m a Tool….:.

Today I went to church. 

It’s not the first time since I’ve been back, and honestly, I wasn’t really into it this morning. 

Or either of the past two Sundays that I’ve gone. 

I kind of brushed it off as reverse culture shock.

You know, I’ve been readjusting….

But God had bigger plans for today than I did. 

I got out of church earlier than I was expecting and was waiting to hang out with a friend 

so I decided to wander around in a gigantic mall I haven’t been to since I’ve been home.

You know… readjust.

I ended up walking into Bath and Body Works and began talking to a woman who worked there. 

I was sharing my excitement of finding my favorite fragrance of all time on clearance,

and out of nowhere, the World Race comes up. 

She gets ridiculously excited and tells me how badly she wants to do missions but didn’t know where to start. She said she had been looking and looking for trips but they just didn’t feel right. 

She asked questions about the race and I told her some of my stories. 

As I left the store, we shared contact info and she asked if we could get together for coffee to talk about it more. 

She told me how she wasn’t even going to take that shift today. 

I told her how I considered walking right by the store because I knew I would buy something with money I don’t really have. 

Amazing. 

All day long I’ve been thinking about how her face lit up when I said I was a missionary. 

I hung out with my afore mentioned friend until about 11pm when she drove me home. 

We ended up just talking in her car for two hours. 

The conversation somehow turned to God and for the first time in the 11 (almost 12) years we’ve known each other, I was able to really share my faith with her. 

I cannot even express the joy that was overflowing from my eyeballs when she told me how she feels like God is trying to get her attention by putting an abundance of believers in her life. 

I was blessed enough to pray with her and speak life over her. 

When I came inside, I sat on my bed and stared at the wall, completely in awe of how good God is. 

I was pretty much vibrating with excitement for her.

Through her and through my new friend, God showed me that I don’t have to be overseas to still be an effective tool used to do His work. 

He speaks through me in Canada just as much – maybe even more so – as He did on the race. 

I am able to be used here, even when I don’t know it’s happening. 

And that even when I’m a mess, I can be used for His good. 

Today really showed me just how much I have changed. 

And it was Canada day. 

So it was just all around a swell day. 

All the glory to You, Father.