Obedience changes our hearts, not our circumstances
February 15, 2016
I went to the post office to mail small Valentines gifts to the grandkids. Of course, half of the county beat me there. In line in front of me stood a lady with the most amazing Mona Lisa smile. However, she wore a knitted cap hiding a bald head, a trach protruding from her throat and she was tethered to a portable oxygen tank.
Surely folks would let her move up in line. I waited. No one did. Should I jump up on the counter and rant a bit? Pound my cane on the floor? We stood. And stood. The line snailed ahead. My grumpiness increased. No one offered their place in line to this woman.
So while I thumped my cane, frowned my hardest and sent out hateful vibes, she stood serene and calm.
Out of my hateful mood came the “thought” to pray with her. What I wanted to do was kick some royal bottoms. Hesitantly I tapped her on the shoulder and asked her if I could pray for her. I held on to her (so I wouldn’t fall over) and prayed for healing and God’s will and acceptance. Short. To the point. She thanked me and we moved up six inches.
As I thought about this later at home, I wondered why God asked me to pray for a precious woman whose name I didn’t even know. To me it seemed obvious she was a Christian, and to me it seemed obvious she was dealing with her diagnosis better than I was at that moment. So why pray for her?
Was the prayer for her, or was it a test of my willingness to obey? Who needed prayer the most at that moment? Even though the line still snaked along, I had a new peace. She mailed her package and left. When I got outside, she was gone.
There isn’t a moral to this story. I just wanted to share it with you. God knows what we need when we need it. Sometimes His way of providing is just …strange.
I pray for a good week for you, for opportunities to allow God to use you in some way, even if it is to calm your own savage thoughts.
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