So, God is funny how he speaks to us, I will share one of the stories from a few weeks ago.
If you are close with me, or pick up on things I am wearing in pictures (Em, haha) you know about the gold Old Navy flip flops I have. I got them back last March and they have been a favorite ever since. I brought them on the race for the purpose of having shower shoes, but turns out I have worn them almost every day.
These shoes have chased little orphans around in Malaybalay
… Walked around the river front in Cambodia passing out food to the homeless
… Crept down back alleys in Malaysia to pray for drug addicts and the homeless
…paced around bars on Bangla Rd in Thailand to deliver messages to prostitutes that they are beautiful and loved
…been covered in mud from sitting with little chillins on the side of the dirt road in Rwanda
… marched into a Kenyan prison and told a field full of men about Jesus
…strolled the beautiful beach of Zanzibar in Tanzania
…chased after a student who refused to stay in class at vacation bible school in Nepal
…stood up at a wedding in India while we sang about God’s love
I mean the shoes did not do any of it, Jesus did, however, I was comfortable in these shoes. They were working fine for me and I was fine with them.
A few months ago I noticed that they were starting to fall apart. The souls were getting weak and thin, water will seep trough them, rocks get stuck in them, they are a mess. I didn’t care, they are comfortable, I don’t want to get new shoes.
The analogy comes with this is my walk with God. For the past 9 months on the race, and the year before I even signed up I have been walking in the same shoes that I started with when I first started living my life for Christ. One day in Nepal on the bus ride home God was speaking to me about Himself, and I decided to give in and say “I want more of you” (Yes, I have been stubborn all my life and thought I could keep God in the box that I made for Him, it was working fine so far so might as well keep it that way.)
We get to Kathmandu a few days later and Matthew gives me a piece of paper with words he had gotten from the Lord for my life….
Which I will post next time 😉
