Down to the last hour of fundraising at a craft fair and I was feeling rather discouraged. The amount raised in my eyes/mind was rather minimal. God made me think of folks we might be ministering to this year, and how if they had just raised this amount how thrilled they would have been. Then I felt like a jerk and rather convicted after beginning to read the book Not a Fan. Whether I make a penny or sell-out on bracelets I am still a follower of the living-breathing God of the Universe….and I haven't even begun to know what it looks like to be "sold-out" for Christ, make sacrifices in my life for Him, or pointing folks to Christ through my simple actions at a craft table.
A vendor who had purchased some items stopped back as I was packing. I couldn't recall how much info I had shared about my trip or what kind of explanation I had given about why I was selling particular items for certain causes…but she point blank said, "Are you a Missionary?" For some reason that phrase startled me. Would Jesus think I had loved people deeply or at all today? Hmmm. What blessed me most was what came next. This gal didn't know a lick about me but asked if I spoke at churches, collected my contact info, and proceeded to "wash my feet" by offering me Jam…"because I was a missionary". It was the sweetest thing and just that little pick me up that said…today mattered. Even if you hadn't sold a cent…I the Creator of the Universe had a plan for this day…and even if you felt like you had just "shown" up…you were willing to show up and that mattered to me. Thanks God!
