Miracles, Ministers, Ministry.

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Have you ever had that moment, when, in the midst of it, you knew it was changing you forever? Those happen mostly around big things…altars, babies, baptisms….but go deeper with me here…

So, through a darling friend/client, I was referred to a young woman with a serious need to sell her home about 4 months ago. (Sidenote: I love that most of my ‘clients’ are friends, and those who are not friends in the beginning, become such during the process:)

And just so we are clear, I did not think I could help this woman. I didn’t have the experience, I didn’t have the knowledge of estates, probates, affidavits, foreclosure, liens. I didn’t have the skill set. I just didn’t.

Oh how that word makes me sick to my stomach.

I….

I this, I that, I, I, I….Ugh. The flesh is so ugly at times…

Why the Lord trusted me, is a humbling to me at this point. He knew what was to come, He knew the road he was asking us to take. And despite the doubt in my mangled, jaded heart, He proved himself faithful. Over and over and over.

My client is an incredible woman of faith. Her boldness in the Lord left me slack-jawed multiple times. At one point, in the middle of a conversation, she started praying for me and the spirit of fear in me.

It undid me.

It needed to.

In faith, I witnessed a most beautiful display of the Lord’s grace. He met us, over and over again. At each point, when we realized the need, we bowed in prayer…plead at the throne for the provision, and in each instance, He provided. We watched the Lord take what was certain foreclosure and homelessness, into the most beautiful miracle of complete provision.

God is in the business of miracles, I tell ya.

My husband, a man of incredibly integrity, wisdom and support, hugged me after I got home that afternoon from the closing and whispered, “Don’t tell me you aren’t in ministry.”

Me?

You?

I believe God says without hesitation, YES.

*min·is·try (mn-str)

1. a. The act of serving; ministration.

b. One that serves as a means; an instrumentality.
Hear me: Please do not build your own kingdom. It won’t last, and the wake of it’s devistation will destroy. This blog post is not meant to be self-seeking glory. Not the “I’m so awesome because I fed the homeless” bologna. Anything we do in service, must be done with the right posture. A bend of the knee, a bow of the head. A full realization that what you are doing is because He has made you a vessel, and without Him, it would not be possible.

The piano and the Pianst. We are the instruments here, people.

But, what if, in the fullness of His power, we seek to recognize the ministry each of us has within us? What if we quit thinking that only pastors, ministers, missionaries, and youth workers are the only ones that Jesus needs? What if we began to ask the Lord to reveal the needs of others around us, and realize that those people are there because the Lord has allowed them in your life – and that – THAT – the ministry lies in submitting ourselves to the Lord in those places?

Where is your heart drawn? What are the burdens you feel for those around you? Have you asked the Lord where He wants you to act, pray, give? Oh friend, seek those places.

Ministry is in our home. Our job. Our kid’s soccer team. The neighbor who lost her husband. The co-worker going through a divorce. The lonely, the hurting, the abandoned, the hopeless.

 

 

“Oh Father, I confess my heart is full today. I confess I have not seen the places of ministry in my life because of my selfishness, my insecurity. May the Holy Spirit go before me in this post…fill in the gaps, places where my mind raced ahead of my fingers. Grin. Precious Lord, I ask you to bring our attention to those around us who need You. Let your light guide us in ministering to those around us, and give us the courage when You ask us to step out and be your hands and feet. Amen.”

*Definition source: www.freedictionary.com

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