If there’s one way to get me to squirm, it’s to start talking about love. I’m like a 5 year old boy. Love? Ewww. Gross! So when Love became the theme for February here at God-sized Dreams, it was a relief to be scheduled for January.
I haven’t been writing much the last year – a combination of fear and doubt wedged it’s way into any attempts – making the words too painful to write. I was certain 2016 was going to be a different year. That is until I found out the dates had shifted and I’d be writing about love!
The love month. Really? I can’t write as it is and now this.
I tried not to think about it too much. Then one day as I was listening to Forever by Kari Jobe (what is it with that song?) God reminded me how different His love is from the gooey Valentine’s Day love. How surrounded by His love we really are, even when we are completely unaware.
He brought to mind an example and I knew that was the love story I needed to tell.
The story starts with a church leader I did not know and had not met, at a church I did not attend. Crazy though it sounds, I knew I was being called to pray for this person. I’d pray as I drove through town, while I sat in the car pick up line at school, and went so far as to ask a few prayer warriors I knew to pray as well. I even sat in the parking lot of that church and prayed a few days before the Easter services, pretty certain I looked like a stalker. (That would have made for an awesome conversation with the police. “Hey there, Officer! Oh I’m just praying for someone I don’t know, at that church right there, that I don’t even attend. What? Why do I need to take a breathalyzer test?”)
Driving to a meeting at my own church one day, I felt a strong urge once again to start praying for this church leader. Before I knew it I was crying off my freshly applied mascara. I was glad to get to the parking lot a few minutes early so I could finish praying and do my best to clean my face. Just then a friend walked up and asked what I was doing.
That was the day I started to question my own sanity. What was wrong with me? Was I making this whole thing up?? But still it continued.
Eventually though I no longer felt called to pray and slowly forgot about it.
Months later, I met the leader’s wife. I knew I had to share how I had been called to pray so many months earlier. Certain she would think I was a nut, I silently asked God for help, then began to explain the crazy story.
With tears in her eyes, she shared some of what they had walked through. That it had been the hardest year they ever experienced.
I was absolutely awestruck by how much God loved them and how held they were by Him. In their time of despair, God surrounded them with His love.
While I don’t know all the ways He loved them, I do know one way for certain. He called someone, who didn’t even know them, and gave her a heart to pray. (And I have a funny feeling I wasn’t the only one.) In His grace, He gives others the opportunity to partner with Him…and then to be awed as He pours out His love.
As God-sized dreamers, we are frequently called to trust and climb, often unable to see the next step. I sometimes hold back, thinking as soon as I can see a little further, I’ll go. In this case, had I of not prayed, and instead listened to the world (why pray for someone you don’t know?), I would have missed such a glorious opportunity to see Him. Does God need our prayers? Absolutely not. Yet He beckons us to join Him on the journey! What a beautiful mystery.
He loves us more than we could ever know, and more than we are aware of.
Give thanks to the Lord, for he is good.
His love endures forever.
Thank You Lord, for all the ways You love us and care for us. Please open our eyes to see You and the ways You are moving in our lives. Help us to see beyond our human vision. Thank You for the amazing times the veil is thin enough to glimpse through. We are grateful for Your unending love. In Jesus’ Name, Amen
Shared by: Christine Wright