Wednesday, May 11, 2016

When We Choose To Walk Into It~

Without even thinking about it,
without even deciding upon it,
without any anything at all,
it happens.

A word is spoken,
a memory is replayed,
a scent is experienced,
a song is heard -
and before you can stop it,
before you can derail it,
before you can do anything at all about it,
a flood of emotion billows up from the deepest place within
and spills out.

And sometimes,
sometimes, no one around you even notices.

But,
there have been those times,
when tears I have tried to keep hidden, buried, tucked neatly inside,
have been the very instrument through which I have felt the touch of God.

But only,
only when someone chooses to walk into my sorrow.

Such was the case a couple of weeks ago.

I was standing in the church foyer visiting with a group of elderly ladies.
Good mornings were shared,
hugs were given,
and laughter was heard.

The service began and not wanting to miss what was happening inside, the ladies - all but one and myself, headed into the sanctuary.

Left alone, the other woman looked at me and said,
"Stacy, do you realize all of us women who were just visiting here together are widows?"

And,
without even thinking about it,
without even deciding upon it,
without any anything at all,
it happened.

Before I could stop it,
before I could derail it,
before I could do anything at all about it,
a flood of emotion billowed up from the deepest place within
and spilled out. . .
just as a family was walking in.

I had had the honor of spending much of my early days as Director of Children's Ministries growing closer to Jesus with the children of this family.
Only now,
these children are well on their way to adulthood.

The first to see me
(who more than obviously was right in the middle of a conversation
and was busy walking and texting),
was the teenage daughter.
She gave me a super quick glance, a super quick smile, a super quick wave of her hand,
and then without missing a tap of her finger went right on back to her walking and texting.

But, then -
then there was her brother.

He, too, gave me a quick glance out of the corner of his eyes,
but the glance he gave was enough to see.

And,
without even thinking about it,
without even deciding upon it,
without any anything at all,
he headed straight to where I was standing,
and without saying a word,
not one word at all,
he gave me a hug.

Then, as quick as he had come, he headed into the sanctuary, and was gone.

And yet,
what he probably didn't realize,
what he probably doesn't know,
what he probably never even thought another thought about is this:

He purposely chose to walk into my sorrow,
and God used him to bring immeasurable comfort to my heart.

He could of looked the other way.
He could of pretended he didn't notice.
He could of walked on by.
But, he didn't.

And instead of me teaching him that day,
he taught me.

God can only work through us 
if we are willing to walk into the need he places before us.

Casually glancing at it isn't enough.
Nonchalantly acknowledging it isn't enough.
Quickly gesturing at it isn't enough.

To make a difference,
to truly be His hands and His feet,
we have to be willing to purposefully and intentionally walk into the need.

And when we do,
when we choose to head straight into it instead of speedily away from it,
God can use us to do what only He can do.

I know this to be true.

For that morning,
I felt the very arms of God wrapped around me.
All and only because,
this precious heart chose to walk into my sorrow.










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