May 15, 2010
In the story of Ruth, I've read of the kindness her kinsman redeemer had towards her. His field was ready for harvest. The workers were in the field, bringing in the grain. Ruth was willing to walk behind the workers and take whatever they missed. They were instructed to leave "handfuls on purpose" behind, so that she could gather enough food for her and her mother-in-law to survive. Often times, I feel as though the Lord is leaving me "handfuls on purpose".
I went to a women's conference this weekend in Charlotte. I was tired from having been out of town all week for work, then quite literally having minutes to repack and head back out the door for this conference. After hearing the speaker, my expectations were low the first night. I felt as though God didn't have a "word" left for me. But then, there it was...my "handful on purpose".
A sister I rode to the conference with was at the altar. She obviously had recieved what she came for, and then some. The session was over and the crowd was disbursing. Inexplicably, I felt the Lord urge me to go pray with her... just support her. The time we shared, blessed me beyond words. It wasn't any deep theological discussion or earth-shattering prayer. It was the "essence" of God...His sweet aroma...His heart. He allowed me to see how He is working in her heart and life. She so preciously opened her heart ...to the place where He wants me to be.
That evening, and the next day, the Lord continued to reveal the real purpose for the trip. He plans wonderful moments for me to regain my voice, to learn, and to get to know a sister as a fellow sojourner, ...and laugh until I cry along the way. Thank you for inspiring me to blog!
Thank you, Lord...for the "handfuls on purpose".
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