Well, I hardly know where to begin. It’s been too long since my last post, but with the new year comes the committment to do better, so here goes.
Me, Scott and the boys had a great Christmas. We went home to Florida and saw our precious families. We even were able to go to Disney World with our boys, my brother’s little boy, Cole, my mom and my 76 year old grandmother. It was the craziest day I can ever remember with 2 hour waits for almost every ride and trying to keep track of 4 little boys. I got there and panicked when I saw all the people. I thought, “What are we going to do if one of these boys gets lost! We’ll never find them!” So, I came up with a plan. I wrote my cell number 4 separate pieces of paper and told the boys to put that in their pockets with strict instructions that should they get lost they were to go immediately to the nearest official looking person and give them the piece of paper and ask them to call their mom. I thought I was so with it until I realized that none of my boys had pockets! But I was not to be thwarted so I had the boys put the piece of paper in their underwear. They didn’t seem to mind, but I had to have a giggle at the thought of one of them getting lost and pulling a piece of paper out of their underwear and handing it to someone. Anyway, a mom’s got to do what a mom’s got to do.
Along with the trip to Disney, I got to sing at FBC Jax which was so much fun. It was great to see some old friends and to get to minister there once again was such a privilege.
Sometimes I wonder what the Lord is doing in my life. I wonder if I’m really having an impact for the Kingdom at all. Then something will happen to remind me that even on the most common of days in the most ordinary circumstances, there is opportunity to speak for Him. I had just such an opportunity last week.
The doorbell rings. I’m not expecting anyone and I’m clad in my uniform – a huge T-shirt, workout pants and a hoodie. I answer the door to, you guessed it, Jehovah’s witness. I talked to them for a few moments and everything was all smiles until I informed them that I believe and know it to be rock solid truth that Jesus is God. You talk about back pedaling, woah. They got so grave and treated like I was the most pitiful creature in the world. We talked for a while and I showed them several verses that proved that Jesus was not just a good man, but God. I told them that He was equal in every way to the Father and has existed as one with the Father from eternity past – they did not come around to my way of thinking. But I was so encouraged that I had the opportunity to speak up for the Savior and actually say what I knew would be hard for them to hear. As I closed the door, my heart was breaking at their darkness and how they can believe in a false god and how clever Satan is to concoct a religion that leads people down such a sinister path. I prayed that their eyes would be opened and the true Light of the World would shine into their hearts. One of the ladies came back the other day to drop off some literature that would help me see the light, I’m sure. So I’ll do my homework, take some notes and talk to her some more. I don’t know what will happen, but I know that the Lord loves her and that He is God whether she believes He is or not. I’ll keep you posted on how it goes.
We all have a message, THE message. Let’s speak the truth in love and not be ashamed of the true gospel. It really is the power of God unto salvation. Nothing else will do.