I'm just gonna say right now that all of you could have been here today. Where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is the best freakin thing you could ever think of. Haha.
So Andrew at the start of this month got a word from the Lord that we would begin to see the fruits of our labor. Let's just say that the Lord was faithful to his word, and that even these first fruits are the most precious treasure. Today, our ministry was to go and pray for one woman. She lived in a very small home all by herself. Her son is an alcoholic and does not wish to see her. She is very feeble, and because of that, it is hard for her to prepare her own meals. Not only that, but she is prone to dizziness, and so many times she does not want to eat because it makes her nauseous.
So we took the time to pray for this woman, blessed her, and left. I felt quite a compassion over her, more so than I had before, and felt a stirring within me that I should say something. Without really asking the Lord about it, as we walked out, I just simply said God loves you, and walked out.
Come to find out, Aubree told me later that she thought I was going to say something to her in tongues. Funny. In the moment, while I didn't really ask the Lord, I wondered if I should have done so.
Oh, but here's a story of glory. Lizi, my teammate who also speaks in tongues, was praying for the woman, and Grayson understood in his spirit everything that she was saying! Shut the front door God! Glory to your name!"
So now to team time. We washed each others feet and prayed for one another. That was so refreshing. Then, as we always do, we talked about our day. I talked about the conviction the Lord placed on me, but it has nothing to do with what I said or didn't say to that woman. It had to do with the fact that I was so moved to compassion for her, yet not as much for others. The Lord basically said "do you have more compassion on her because her story is sadder than others? Or simply because she has such a small house? You ought to have the same amount of compassion for all of my children."
Ouch. Ok Papa, I'm listening.
During a break between people talking, out of nowhere, an extremely heavy burden fell on me. It was so uncomfortable, and I knew I had to say something. I had an impression that it was for Shelley, but wasn't sure, so I simply asked if anyone was carrying something. Come to find out, it was Shelley.
She went on to tell us that she was grieved over that woman. That she could actually feel that woman's loneliness, and that she felt helpless because there was nothing she could do.
Well, wouldn't you know it, tomorrow we have a free day. So, I proposed that we go back to her house and just love on her.
Oh, and did I mention that tomorrow wasn't originally supposed to be a free day? Haha Papa, are you serious?
Each of us had the impression as we walked away from her house that we wanted to go back. If Shelley had not spoken up, I'm not sure I would have said anything.
And so tonight, we approach the Lord in our nothingness and believe in faith that he will go before us tomorrow, and at the perfect time and in the perfect manner will further grant his heart for her to us in order that this woman will be built up.
It's a scary thing, and we're all learning what it really means to step out in faith.
After all, "you have to go out on a limb in order to get the fruit."
