So, if anyone read my last post, you may know that I’ve had a rough couple of weeks. God is giving me a harsh lesson in trust and humility that I’m trying to make my way through.
Well, last night, I receive a text from my dad asking me to cover his hour of adoration for him. I agreed, albeit a tad reluctantly since I was so tired, and borrowed my boyfriend’s car to drive to the church.
After getting pulled over by a cop for one of the headlights being out (Get that fixed, Vincent!), I finally made it to the church. It was very, very quiet within the church, and, after signing in, I stepped into the chapel.
The chapel was even quieter… almost a reverent silence. I ducked into a pew and got down on my knees in prayer. I heard the other person in the chapel leave, and I was alone with the Lord.
I started praying, pouring out my worries to Christ in an open and raw manner. I whispered to Him about my relationship with my mother, about my lack of a car, and especially about how hopeless I felt about fundraising.
Deep in my heart, I heard God breathe into my soul. “Have peace, Daughter. Peace.” I stopped speaking and started listening.
I felt Luke 10:13 pressed into my heart, so I pulled out my Bible and read the verse. “Woe to you, Chorazin! Woe to you, Bethsaida! For if the mighty deeds done in your midst had been done in Tyre and Sidon, they would long ago have repented, sitting in sackcloth and ashes.”
I immediately felt chastised. God was showing me that He has been doing amazing things in my life, and I’ve been taking little notice! I decided to spend this adoration as a time to give thanks to the Lord. I began listing everything that God has blessed me with in my life, thanking Him for each one and saying why I was grateful.
I felt such peace after doing this. Of course I had thanked the Lord for my blessings before, but never in such depth. It was a beautiful moment for me.
I then opened the book of Acts (at a random page), and began reading from Acts 12:20. “He had long been very angry with the people of Tyre and Sidon, who now came to him in a body.” I stopped for a moment, and then re-opened the verse from Luke. Same two cities! It made me smile, and I continued reading from the book of Acts until my hour was up, and the next person came in to relieve me.
I’m not saying I thanked God that my dad was sick that night… but I am saying that I believe He gave me that night as a much-needed gift. For that, I am truly thankful.
“See the World. It’s more fantastic than any dream made or paid for in factories. Ask for no guarantees, ask for no security.” ~ Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451.
