I love my home church-for better or worse, this family stands behind one another, in sickness, tragedy, poverty: we love one another and it shows. Don’t get me wrong, we all have our moments, but in general there is love to spare.
Did you ever feel defeated? That is how I’ve felt, more or less in the past week. I get up in the morning and go through the motions, and obsessively compulse about the house, which leaves me fatigued and cranky. I feel as if I am one of the least of these. What did Jesus say to his followers about the least of these?
I tell you the truth, if any one of you give food or clothing to the least of these, you will be feeding and clothing me.
You see, Jesus loved us so much that he chose to become one of us in order to pay for our sins. He continues to love and nurture us, meet our needs and work behind the scenes-to give us comfort, joy and peace.
I’m pretty stoic about my story. I give my testimony when asked, and sometimes when the Holy Spirit puts it on my heart to come alongside a kindred spirit, or weary soldier- let them know that not only will God use your pain to bless you abundantly, and that they are not alone in their battles.
- Because, my child, I was carrying you.
I’d been feeling that I had nothing to offer, and was not worthy because my Lyme is charity inhibitive. Oh, my will to help is there, but by the time I get dinner on the stove, I am battered and bruised from my battle-I just want to sit and repair a few brain cells at the end of the day; maybe pet my dog, you know…
As I was leaving the service this morning, a woman I have prayed with but don’t know well approached me outside. She went on to tell me that she woke at the crack of dawn, couldn’t sleep and got to praying. She said that God spoke to her, and she wanted to relay the message-
“He knows you are hurting. He wants you to know that your relationships will bring great love and beauty to your life, that he is working behind the scenes, and that the truth will come out in the end.”
I wept and hugged her. I thanked her and put my hands to her beautiful face. She could not know what she has given me, what I needed more than breath itself.
If you need help, reach out. God hears your angst and it’s healthy to pray for yourself as well. Give your burdens to Him. And look out for those hippies full of peace and love-follow them-they have what you need.