Go

Delight yourself in the LORD and he will give you the desires of your heart. (Psalms 37:4)

I kept hearing the same thing: “Go.”

I prayed about my finances. I heard, “Go.”

I prayed about depression. I heard, “Go.”

I prayed about peace, I heard, “Go.”

I prayed about Lyric – and I heard, “Go.”

That’s all I could hear in my spirit as I tried to figure out the downward spiral – otherwise known as my life – taking place around me.

Finally, I got it: I needed to “Go.”

Where though?

I got my answer one night while talking with a minister from Chattanooga. After listening to my woes, he realized that I was alone. I had no ministry. Sure, I had a church membership. And yeah, I wrote the Monday Morning Inspirations. But, I wasn’t connected to the body of Christ in sharing the word and love of God. I was isolated.

By myself.

And the minister told me I needed to attach myself to a ministry. I needed to “Go” get involved. That’s when it clicked for me: I love to encourage people. I love surprising people. I love telling people God loves you. Or, hold on, your change is coming.

But I wasn’t doing any of that.

I was wallowing in the misery of my situation. So, I got up one day and went. I found a church that feeds the homeless each Wednesday. It blesses me because they cook each Wednesday like it’s the church anniversary. I mean meatloaf, mashed potatoes, green beans, fried corn, stewed tomatoes, soup, homemade rolls (or church-made), cornbread, and cake with caramel sauce. It’s awesome. They cook meals they’d want if they were homeless - and carried all their belongings in a duffel bag.

So, I joined them. And I thought I was doing something.

Nope.

I kept hearing in my spirit, “Go.”

A week or so later, I understood. Rather, I confessed.

I was at a conference and the gospel was taught. I felt convicted, and confessed to a friend that God had been telling me to, “Go – and knock on doors.”

Isn’t it funny how we hear what we want to hear? Or block out what we want to block out? All along I knew God was telling me to start knocking on doors and telling people about his love. But that sounded crazy to me. No way was I going to show up on folks doorsteps and be like, “Hi, Jesus loves you.”

But that’s exactly what we did. After a conference that lasted from 7:30 a.m. to 6 p.m., we knocked on doors and asked people if they knew about the love of God and if we could pray for them.

It was amazing.

One lady said, “You can pray, but I don’t believe in that mess.”

And we prayed right there on her property.

At the last house, we saw a family inside eating. At first we thought we should leave them alone. Then, we decided to go for it. Turns out he and his wife were caring for their sons, plus the three sons of a family member in rehab. We prayed with them. My friend, Cecily, ministered to their marriage. And then we went outside and prayed for them some more.

It was an awesome time.

The following Monday, I was substituting at a school and couldn’t figure out why I kept praying all day. As I left, I figured out why. The young boys we prayed with attended school there. I saw them as I left and it was just an incredible experience for all of us. I have no clue why God had me teach there that week, but I know it wasn’t a coincidence. Not for them. Not for me.

For me, things are looking up.

Several blessings fell into my life as I “sought first the kingdom of God and his righteousness” and allowed him to “add all these things unto me.” (Matthew 6:33)

My best friend from the fourth grade sent me a check and said, “God told me to cancel my cable and send you the money each month.”

That’s nothing but the blood of Jesus.

Another, my mom’s co-worker gave me a $100 bill.

Another, a friend sent a check for $100.

My friends, the blessings of God flow when we tend to His business. The word says so. It says delight yourself in the Lord and he will give you the desires of you heart. (Psalms 37:4) All week blessings have been falling as I attempt to encourage others with a phone call, a surprise lunch or prayer. And I feel better as I get up each Wednesday with the intent of serving God and his children.

Knowing it’s not about me makes life less intense, less huge and suffocating. The Father said, “do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear.” (Matthew 6:25) And I’m not. I’m learning to care for the encouragement, enlightenment and care of others.

I ask you all to do the same.

Know that I love you each, L.

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