Do you ever make excuses NOT to do something? I do that all the time.
I can’t go running today because our schedule is too crazy.
I didn’t get to the laundry because I got home from work late.
I went to the fast food drive-thru because I didn’t have time to go to the grocery store.
What a load of crap.
Your brain gives you reasons not to be obedient and you might say things like, “It’s too hard. It seems risky. It’s just not safe.”
Like that time I felt the holy spirit tell me to make two lunches a few months ago. I did that every day for an entire week expecting God to place someone in front of me who needed a lunch. That was easy. I was obedient. Look at how obedient I am God!
That Friday I was stuck in bumper to bumper traffic going into Houston and cars were stopped in BOTH directions. I looked to my left and saw a truck driver broken down on the median. I could see his face in his hands. He was tired. Or scared. Or stressed. Or crying. I felt the Holy Spirit tell me, “Go give him that lunch.”
I made excuses in my brain that sounded like, “SURELY, that’s not what you want me to do. He’s a big gruffy truck driver and I’m a tiny little woman. It’s too dangerous to move my van over and climb on the median to knock on his window. It’s I-10 God. Nobody gets out of their vehicle on I-10. I have heels on. He’s probably fine anyway.”
I asked for forgiveness after my disobedience. I’ll never know what kind of blessing was sitting there for me or for him.
A few months ago I surprised myself by being ready for work by 5:30. I don’t usually leave until 6:00 a.m. So, I figured, “Hey, I have time to stop for breakfast. WHAT. A. TREAT.” As I approached Baytown Junior on Bayway, God told me to pull into the parking lot. “God. It’s 5:30 in the morning. No.”
“Sara. Pull into that parking lot.”
I’m too afraid to miss out on the blessing behind the obedience. So, I did. I ended up parked next to the band hall. Sitting there like, “Okay God. What now? I’m officially a crazy woman and campus security is about to arrest me. What now?”
“Get out. Walk over to the building. Place your hands on those brick walls. Pray for the kids that will walk through those doors. Pray for YOUR CHILD’S band and choir director. Pray for strength and victory for these band students YOUR SON has shared three years with. Pray for the scared 6th graders. Pray for those who will walk in today hungry and abused. Pray for the bullies and the bullied. Pray their hearts will turn to me. Pray for that principal. You know that principal you keep saying has made such a positive difference in YOUR KIDS life this year? Pray for him man. Pray for the custodian and cafeteria staff that’s in there right now who woke up in the wee hours to be here cleaning and prepping for YOUR kids. Pray for their family. Move your fingers over each brick and pray for courage and connection. Pray for safety. Pray for Mrs. Black. She is leading CSU even when there’s only a handful of kids at those meetings. She’s praying with them. She’s sharing the Gospel with them. She doesn’t lose hope and shows up every time. She shows up for YOUR kids. Pray for the teachers who overslept today and the ones who are doubting themselves in this career field. You know what? Pray for those coaches. You don’t have kids in sports here, but pray for them and their teams. Pray for boldness and courage. Pray for the kids who are constantly told they aren’t smart enough. Pray for the parents who are absent in their lives. Pray for revival sweet child.”
And so I poured over that brick wall with promises and prayers. I walked with my fingers touching each brick. I wept. And when I finished? When I looked up? It was 6:15. “Okay God. I pray there’s no traffic because now I am LATE.”
Sometimes we just need to take risks to follow Jesus.
Sometimes those risk are small, but sometimes they are big… and scary.
Sometimes we need to do things He asks us even if they make zero sense in our brain. Being a Christian isn’t rainbows and unicorns. It’s hard choices and and taking risks all so His name is heard and glorified.
It’s listening to His voice.
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