It's no wonder that I wonder
Sometimes I wonder.
Today's wonderment comes from yesterday's post and has to do with the crux of why I don't write as much as I used to about the things that go on in my life.
Quite frankly, I wonder if I should.
The two stories I told really happened. I didn't make up, nor embellish a word of it. If anything, I left a couple of the details out; things that happened that I figured were just better left between me and the Lord. But I wonder in hindsight if it weren't better to leave the whole thing that way.
God does some and allows some things in my life that I just don't understand and sometimes I'm torn between telling them and keeping them silent. If all you read yesterday was some crazy story about a pizza then it was better left unsaid.
If you, on the other hand, saw how God appoints a task, leads, or in my case, prods, you into doing that task; how when a door closes, God finds a way to open it again (for that you'll just have to take my word on it, but it did close, even if only briefly), and shows up as you perform that task, sometimes even if it's just a Jesus Freak in biker gear, to remind you that you're doing what you should....
then it was worth telling.
Because that's my take away from it. I will most likely never know the reasons for, nor the outcome of that pizza delivery. I know someone ate the pizza and someone was told it was a gift from God. I spared that someone the story.
The other thing I got out of it was this: Be available and willing.
If you got that too, then I should have told the story. If you didn't, well, then it was best left between me and God.
It's hard to know sometimes. It reminds me of a story I heard and have shared with you before about a lady being led by God to brush the hair of a gross looking old man in a wheelchair, only to find out he was a believer separated from his wife in a strange city for a long period of time because he became ill there while visiting. The man, in the airport, was on his way home and knew he looked awful and God sent this woman to help him out. But not without her putting up a fight first. She found out all that about the man by asking him one simple question:
Do you know my Jesus?
I know Him better today and if the story I told you yesterday points you to Him or helps you know He's very much about His business, then telling the story was the right thing to do.
Today's wonderment comes from yesterday's post and has to do with the crux of why I don't write as much as I used to about the things that go on in my life.
Quite frankly, I wonder if I should.
The two stories I told really happened. I didn't make up, nor embellish a word of it. If anything, I left a couple of the details out; things that happened that I figured were just better left between me and the Lord. But I wonder in hindsight if it weren't better to leave the whole thing that way.
God does some and allows some things in my life that I just don't understand and sometimes I'm torn between telling them and keeping them silent. If all you read yesterday was some crazy story about a pizza then it was better left unsaid.
If you, on the other hand, saw how God appoints a task, leads, or in my case, prods, you into doing that task; how when a door closes, God finds a way to open it again (for that you'll just have to take my word on it, but it did close, even if only briefly), and shows up as you perform that task, sometimes even if it's just a Jesus Freak in biker gear, to remind you that you're doing what you should....
then it was worth telling.
Because that's my take away from it. I will most likely never know the reasons for, nor the outcome of that pizza delivery. I know someone ate the pizza and someone was told it was a gift from God. I spared that someone the story.
The other thing I got out of it was this: Be available and willing.
If you got that too, then I should have told the story. If you didn't, well, then it was best left between me and God.
It's hard to know sometimes. It reminds me of a story I heard and have shared with you before about a lady being led by God to brush the hair of a gross looking old man in a wheelchair, only to find out he was a believer separated from his wife in a strange city for a long period of time because he became ill there while visiting. The man, in the airport, was on his way home and knew he looked awful and God sent this woman to help him out. But not without her putting up a fight first. She found out all that about the man by asking him one simple question:
Do you know my Jesus?
I know Him better today and if the story I told you yesterday points you to Him or helps you know He's very much about His business, then telling the story was the right thing to do.
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