God can do anything you know-far more
than you could ever imagine or guess or request in your wildest dreams. He does
it not by pushing us around but by working within us, His Spirit deeply and gently
within us. Glory to God in the church. Glory to God in the Messiah, in Jesus.
Glory down all the generations. Glory through all millennia! Oh, yes!
(Ephesians 3: 20-21 The Message)
“Pastor Gus is looking for you.”
Those words greeted me when I stopped at the information desk at church.
After wandering through the foyer,
we found each other. He smiled as he began his story.
“Before I left for church this
morning, I put one of your books in my bag. I didn’t know why. Two sisters came
up to me for prayer. One lady lost her husband this week. I got your book and
gave it to her. I want you to meet her.”
He took me into the sanctuary to
meet the two ladies. I gave each of them my card so they could contact me or
read my blog. They were both surprised that I was the author of the book Pastor
Gus had given to her. We talked and hugged before I left for my next
assignment.
I had been asked to be part of the
Lenten reading with a new friend from the Connect Team. The purpose of the team
is to connect worshipers and team members to the church and to each other.
After my partner and I participated,
we sat down. During communion, he whispered to me. “Do you see the lady in the
front row? I met her a couple of weeks ago while I was connecting with people before
the service. I talked to her this morning. She told me her husband died this
week. She’s here with her sister.”
I told him about my earlier
encounter and wondered at first if it was the same widow. I watched her as
people passed in front of her to take communion. Tears filled my eyes as she
wiped tears away. I recognized that pain and wanted to comfort her.
Should
I go up now? Should I wait until after the service?
After debating with myself, I decided it
would be better to wait. As soon as the service ended, Tim and I maneuvered
through the crowd to her side. The two ladies smiled at him. He introduced us.
She told me about her loss. I told
her about mine. We connected and hugged. I gave her one of my business cards
and Tim told her about my book.
My mind could hardly grasp the
events that morning. Members of the Connect Team had been asked to read at the
services that weekend but rarely did I attend that particular one. My husband
Alan and I had a long time friendship with Pastor Gus. Months earlier, Tim and
I connected on the team and shared some of our trials. Because both men knew of
my grief and the book that came from it, they connected me to the two recent
widows.
When I thought of the hundreds of
people watching live and online, I thought of backing out. Thankfully, I
didn’t. Accepting the invitation to read led to many blessings. Not only were
two widows comforted but the rest of us directly involved were blessed by God’s
faithfulness. That blessing extended to everyone who heard the awesome
connections that God orchestrated.
Heavenly Father, thank you for arranging
events in just the right way and at the right time. Help me to be open to
special opportunities. Amen
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