Two women. One younger. One older.
Two different stories. One with seven kids. One with two grandchildren.
Two different circumstances. One not knowing Jesus. One looking to return to Jesus.
The same name. Maria Santos.
The same God feverishly and passionately pursuing each of them for a greater purpose.
What would you say? What would you do to convey to each that they are worthy…that they are beloved…that they are completely beautiful in every intricate detail and God just wants to make them His bride?
The answer lies in listening to His voice…and trusting…and speaking boldly.
One of the opportunities that my team has had this month is going into houses and sharing what God is doing not just in our lives, but what He wants to do in the lives of those who's house we go into.
From the moment I stepped in both of the houses, I knew God was moving. I felt God telling me to speak. To share my story. Share my past. That it didn't matter if I had anything in common with these women, He'd give me adequate words. They needed to hear my story. That in those moments Jesus was entrusting me to share about His love in a way that could impact and change the course of these two beautiful women forever.
The first, an older woman who took care of her grandchildren and made her wages by harvesting corn. Bound by her past hurt and pain. Somewhere along the way losing sight of the greatness of knowing Jesus intimately.
The second, a younger woman with seven kids. Bound by the legalistic views of her Catholic background. Not knowing she could have complete freedom in Jesus. That His love for her doesn't have to repaid. That she's saved by grace.
As I began to share with each, I realized that it wasn't me speaking at all. God was saying all of the words to these women. I was just the vessel. Every sentence penetrating their hurt. Every thought breaking down their walls and stirring something within their souls…showing His love in a new way to one and showing His love for the first time to the other.
The more I shared, the oppression in the eyes of both slowly beginning to turn into tears. Tears that streamed down their cheeks and with them took all of their past sins and heartaches with them. Tears that when they hit the ground made them born again.
Both women coming to the realization that they are beloved. That they are worthy. That they are saved. That their past sin and struggles will never define who they are again.
Two women. One younger. One older.
Two different stories. One with seven kids. One with two grandchildren.
Two different circumstances. One a new follower. One a rejuvenated follower.
The same name. Beloved daughter.
Feverishly and passionately pursuing God.
I can't begin to thank each and every single person who has made this incredible trip a reality so far. Your prayers and monetary donations have been a bigger blessing than you'll ever know. My next financial deadline is coming up on April 1 and if you would like to partner up with me more or for the first time you can do so by clicking HERE. Thank you.
