Tuesday, October 29, 2013

I do not care if even one person reads this post


I gave a "Christian talk" at a banquet Sunday night.
 Which was followed by:
 -some great alone time with God under the stars
-cherry pie for breakfast
-psalm 66 read by the maintenance man
-prayers with a guy leaving  for missions in Liberia with a crate full of blessings
- Sunshine
-a cup of coffee with great people that knew the more immature me
 & a great sermon on the radio (sounds very elderly I do realize) during my drive home. 
I was hungry.  So I attempted to drive to a place and get some food. 
 I took a wrong turn (so I thought)
 There (as the sermon was still teaching me stuff from the radio) sat 2 homeless people.   
I said out loud "Dang it God" Really?  Today?  Along with the account of all the other very Christiany Jesus things I had just accomplished over the past few days.
 I pulled over looked to see what I had to give them.   
All it amounted to was Gatorade (fruit punch), BBQ corn nuts & 67 cents in change....
What happened next was more important than food and anything money could ever buy-even a whopping 67 cents.
 I talked with them …nothing special,  just talked
We talked like three acquaintances that happened to see each other at the gym --except not the gym because I do not ever go there.
Came to find out they had showered at a shelter that morning & I had not showered in more than 24 hours :) 
When it was time for me to go they each touched my hand and said goodbye.
I am not sharing this story for praise or any of those other flowery words.  Really I do not know why I am sharing this.  I do not even have pretty pictures to go along with it.
All I know - is in that second when they touched my hand.  I felt like I was being touched by God himself.
For approximately two weeks I have been pleading with God to forgive me for hanging out with the 99 & not looking for the one: 
 "What do you think? If a man owns a hundred sheep, and one of them wanders away, will he not leave the ninety-nine on the hills and go to look for the one that wandered off?  Matthew 18:12
In fact just one hour before my right "wrong" turn.  I had confessed to Norm and Ardith I need to be more intentional of the 1 
-I even started to sing this song http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5bSCL_7vID8
God knows me better than I know myself.
He knew I would walk myself down into a valley of disappointment for not keeping my eye on God's will for me
so.............
He sent me 2 examples
I got to bask in the glory of feeling like an over achiever....But God knowing me.  Knew that wouldn't last long either. 
 My homeless friends
did more for me than I did for them.
All this is to say. 
Heck, I don't know? 
I do not care if  even one person reads this post.  Just like the tattoo on my wrist. 
This post may be only for me. 
Yesterday was  a gift to me,.
Yesterday I was the one in need. 
And for a moment I felt full. 
I did not feel alone
I do hear God & he sees my attempts at obedience & He wants me to know that there are things only I am here to do. .........And when I do them.  Only then am I full.  Only then am I not alone.
Hanging around the 99 can be grand.  But hanging around the 99 I sometimes see too much of what I wish I was or wish I did better. 
 When I am looking for the ONE,  I am not lost.