God has been so incredible. He has
continued to just reveal to me the beauty of the ways He is able to use me. He
has so beautifully orchestrated the timing and happenings of different events
and personally happenings in people’s lives around me. Today started ordinary,
I had a coffee date set up with someone who I was wanting a year and a half to
speak about certain things but also knew that time needed to be right. God has
a way of showing me the exact moments and until that moments comes He does not
allow me to speak.
The time came, she was honest and opened
the doors for me to be honest in return, to say the hard things, to challenge
her, to make her cry over past hurts and regrets but to be able to see that I
had seen the truth through it all and had been there the whole time waiting. It
was beautiful and the start of a friendship that has been a long time in coming
through man obstacles and difficulties.
A young man who commonly asks me to talk
and to be able to hear my advice again ask and I had to be patient and let God
work slowly and to use me in a less enjoyable way but a profound way of Him
working, not me.
5 minutes later entered my apartment to
find my roommate in tears. It was time to be there for her. She shared
relationship struggles and certain things that are seeking to steal, kill and
destroy something that is good. Only because of the wisdom and advice and biblical
truth I gleaned from a sermon last night at a church I randomly decided to go
to for the first time I was able to speak truth into a very delicate and
difficult circumstance. Evidence of the extraordinary timing of our Father.
Spend some time in prayer feeling drained
and emotionally heavy from the many events of today.
2 hours later conflicts erupts. It has been
kept silent for the past 2 months and a cookie sets it off. Eight girls are now
forced to sit and work through things that have been building up but it is done
maturely, yes with some tears but moved to a point of awareness and care for each
other.
It’s almost bed time but one last person
asks me to read something she wrote, things I do not know about her that she
desires me to know. I read it, two pages of brokenness, of hurt, of things and
people that the devil as used to seek to destroy her. I hurt by the end because
of the pain I know it causes and see demonstrated throughout our lives
together. I grab a pen and paper and am able to through paper to speak truth. To
express my love for her and her worth not changing. To share with her the truth
I know of the Father and His extravagant love for her, His precious daughter
which for He gave His one and only Son’s live so that He might call her His
again.
I do not understand how God can use me for
such things, I only know that there is nothing to makes me feel more loved, precious,
special or worthwhile then to be used by God to speak His words to who every He
puts in my path.
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