"But He needed to go through Samaria" John 4:4
This is part three of how God answered my prayer for a woman I had begin intercession for five years previous.
I had thought I was going to speak to a large group at a local restaurant. I invited over 40 woman, and imagined that my fellow ladies of the Church Activities Meeting were also inviting many to come to the presentation of the timely topic of New Years' resolutions. I was so mistaken about the whole thing, I was upset about everything. Nothing was right and everything was getting worse.
I had all those invitations to rescind. The restaurant wasn't set up to even accommodate our group. Oh, we could eat there but I wouldn't be speaking. It wasn't the Outreach I had imagined at all. I didn't even get to give away the Bible tract in my pocket! "How could I get it so wrong, God! How could I have so misunderstood!"
God still had it all in control--of course. I was the one losing it--of course.
Disappointed, I left the restaurant rehearsing my apology to my 40 Facebook friends I had invited. At least I could do it on Facebook and not face-to-face!
I drove to the Realtor Office where my sister works. She wasn't busy and I spent a few hours sitting in her office while she worked and took phone calls. We discussed the boxes of items she wanted to store at my place and I expressed my delight at finally getting her Elliptical exercise machine she promised at Christmas. Her husband's brother and his wife were moving into their trailer. He has severe Crohn's disease and can't work. Her sister-in-law's part-time work couldn't keep up with the rent of their apartment, so they would need the small bedroom of my sister's trailer.
Then the phone rang and it was *Anna, her sister-in-law. She had called the ambulance that morning to take her husband to the Emergence room. He was vomiting blood. The Doctors had stabilized him but she would need a ride home. Anna doesn't drive.
My sister's husband is deaf, so he couldn't answer the phone to know that Anna needed a ride. My sister couldn't leave work but would it be alright if I went to pick Anna up and take her home? Sure, no trouble, Be glad to help. So it was arranged that when Anna was ready, she would call my house and let me know she wanted a ride home. The Hospital where she was is about ten minutes from my house.
I drove the thirty minutes back home praying to God that this, finally, was the Outreach intended. "Could I possibly have the nerve to speak to Anna? Was this the opportunity to tell Anna about You God?"
I got home and explained the trouble to my husband regarding the restaurant debacle. I then sat down and began apologizing to the 40 Facebook friends, explaining in private messages why there wouldn't be a Ladies lunch at the restaurant, nor would I be speaking after all. I knew they all weren't going to come, but I had sent the invitations, so I had to apologize to all of them.
Anna called for her ride. As I was getting ready, I told my husband to pray for the opportunity to give the Gospel to Anna. On the way, I asked God to open the way for me to speak to her. To make it the easiest opening ever so I couldn't make a mistake. I would have about fifteen minutes to speak to her from the hospital to her apartment. God, help me tell Anna the Gospel.
Continued in next post
*Anna is not her real name.
This is part three of how God answered my prayer for a woman I had begin intercession for five years previous.
I had thought I was going to speak to a large group at a local restaurant. I invited over 40 woman, and imagined that my fellow ladies of the Church Activities Meeting were also inviting many to come to the presentation of the timely topic of New Years' resolutions. I was so mistaken about the whole thing, I was upset about everything. Nothing was right and everything was getting worse.
I had all those invitations to rescind. The restaurant wasn't set up to even accommodate our group. Oh, we could eat there but I wouldn't be speaking. It wasn't the Outreach I had imagined at all. I didn't even get to give away the Bible tract in my pocket! "How could I get it so wrong, God! How could I have so misunderstood!"
God still had it all in control--of course. I was the one losing it--of course.
Disappointed, I left the restaurant rehearsing my apology to my 40 Facebook friends I had invited. At least I could do it on Facebook and not face-to-face!
I drove to the Realtor Office where my sister works. She wasn't busy and I spent a few hours sitting in her office while she worked and took phone calls. We discussed the boxes of items she wanted to store at my place and I expressed my delight at finally getting her Elliptical exercise machine she promised at Christmas. Her husband's brother and his wife were moving into their trailer. He has severe Crohn's disease and can't work. Her sister-in-law's part-time work couldn't keep up with the rent of their apartment, so they would need the small bedroom of my sister's trailer.
Then the phone rang and it was *Anna, her sister-in-law. She had called the ambulance that morning to take her husband to the Emergence room. He was vomiting blood. The Doctors had stabilized him but she would need a ride home. Anna doesn't drive.
My sister's husband is deaf, so he couldn't answer the phone to know that Anna needed a ride. My sister couldn't leave work but would it be alright if I went to pick Anna up and take her home? Sure, no trouble, Be glad to help. So it was arranged that when Anna was ready, she would call my house and let me know she wanted a ride home. The Hospital where she was is about ten minutes from my house.
I drove the thirty minutes back home praying to God that this, finally, was the Outreach intended. "Could I possibly have the nerve to speak to Anna? Was this the opportunity to tell Anna about You God?"
I got home and explained the trouble to my husband regarding the restaurant debacle. I then sat down and began apologizing to the 40 Facebook friends, explaining in private messages why there wouldn't be a Ladies lunch at the restaurant, nor would I be speaking after all. I knew they all weren't going to come, but I had sent the invitations, so I had to apologize to all of them.
Anna called for her ride. As I was getting ready, I told my husband to pray for the opportunity to give the Gospel to Anna. On the way, I asked God to open the way for me to speak to her. To make it the easiest opening ever so I couldn't make a mistake. I would have about fifteen minutes to speak to her from the hospital to her apartment. God, help me tell Anna the Gospel.
Continued in next post
*Anna is not her real name.
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