Serving where you are
The last day of our VBS was an all girls night. As we put together bags for the homeless we practiced our verse, "For we are God's workmanship, created in Christ Jesus to do good works which He has prepared in advance for us to do." (Eph. 2:10) We talked about how we might not have money to give to the person on the street corner, but we could give them what we had, just like Peter and Andrew had done for the lame man at the temple. (Assuming we didn't have the gift of healing that they did, we made sure to include a first aid kit!)
When the night was finished, I have to admit a bit shamefully, that I was relieved. VBS didn't work smoothly into my plans this summer and had gotten postponed once already. I truly wrestled with cancelling it completely, but it had been pretty well publicized at church already and I am supposed to be a missionary after all, right? But now, now that it was over, I could get on with summer!
A day or two later, I got an email from one of the girls who'd helped put the bags together. It read..
Oh yeah...it's not my plans that matter, but Yours, Lord! Thank you, Marah, for reminding me that the Lord will always use me where I am, and for learning your lesson so well that you taught it back to me.
The last day of our VBS was an all girls night. As we put together bags for the homeless we practiced our verse, "For we are God's workmanship, created in Christ Jesus to do good works which He has prepared in advance for us to do." (Eph. 2:10) We talked about how we might not have money to give to the person on the street corner, but we could give them what we had, just like Peter and Andrew had done for the lame man at the temple. (Assuming we didn't have the gift of healing that they did, we made sure to include a first aid kit!)
When the night was finished, I have to admit a bit shamefully, that I was relieved. VBS didn't work smoothly into my plans this summer and had gotten postponed once already. I truly wrestled with cancelling it completely, but it had been pretty well publicized at church already and I am supposed to be a missionary after all, right? But now, now that it was over, I could get on with summer!
A day or two later, I got an email from one of the girls who'd helped put the bags together. It read..
hay!!!!!! thank you sooooo much for letting me come!! god had this
planed out for you.GOD BLESS YOU!!
love marah
Oh yeah...it's not my plans that matter, but Yours, Lord! Thank you, Marah, for reminding me that the Lord will always use me where I am, and for learning your lesson so well that you taught it back to me.
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