I had thought we were heading straight home. I was feeling tired, but sensing the prompting of God to go to the shops, I asked my son,
‘Do you get Southland or home? Ask God.’
My son, knowing how to ‘play the game,’ piped up from the back seat, ‘Southland.’
Continuing the ‘game’ I said, ‘do you get DJ’s or M?’
I was sensing to park at the Myer end of the shopping complex.
He instantly responded, ‘M! What does that mean, Mum?’
I steered the car toward Southland and explained where we were going and what “M” meant.
We found a carpark, and I quietly hoped the trip was just a ‘treat’ for the two of us, rather than an ‘assignment’, but as we walked into the centre, I saw a man in a wheelchair and felt a familiar prompting from God.
I ignored it.
I know, but I am being honest here!
I told you I will share the good, the bad and the ugly. Being human, I falter. I simply did not want to stop for anyone. I just wanted a treat with my boy.
I had been told the day before that I was ‘stressed.’ My doctor must know, right?
Pathetic reasoning, but I am being honest.
I walked on, ignoring the wheelchair; ignoring the knowing; ignoring the invitation.
Feeling sad, I apologised to God.
He loved me all the same, regardless of my ‘performance.’ Knowing this, I still felt sad at my response. There was no self-condemnation (not for long anyway) but there was a sense of deep sadness. There was God’s sadness and my sadness intermingled. I spoke to myself, bringing to mind my own testimonies of a good God who had seen me through time and time again when I had stopped for the one, yet I just did not want to risk failure and stop for the one yet again.
Regardless of my choices, my son and I thoroughly enjoyed our time together.
On our way out of the centre, we walked past another wheelchair. Well, it was not a ‘wheelchair’
per se, it was a person in a wheelchair. It was a person loved and seen by a good God. It’s important to remember they too are people He wants to touch. If only He can get through us!
I noted the gentle prompting as I walked past.
My little boy looked up at me and said quietly: ‘there’s a wheelchair mummy’.
I looked at him and said, ‘should we pray for him? You ask God.’
My boy got a ‘no’ but I looked back at the man and knew. I knew my boy knew too.
‘Come on,’ I said.
We approached the man, said ‘hello’, and I explained what had happened. I added the testimony of the broken legs being healed, and I asked if I could pray for him.
‘You’ll have to be quick because my wife is in the toilets,’ he responded.
With that I introduced us and asked what the problem was.
His name was Dave.
He had muscular dystrophy.
‘Incurable,’ he said.
‘But for a miracle,’ I said, ‘so we will pray for a miracle!’
I held his hand and prayed, feeling the anointing flow.
A few moments passed, and as I felt the release I finished and I repeated the testimony of little A’s healing, explaining that her healing came over two weeks.
I thanked him for allowing me to pray, and he thanked me and as I turned and walked away with my son.
As soon as I turned, I faced another wheelchair!
My boy looked and said ‘maybe we should pray for him too!’
‘Maybe we should,’ I thought.
I wish I could say I did.
Sometimes it can be all too much.
In those times, we push back at the resistance to walk through to the Promise.
These are the times we feel we have nothing to give – BUT GOD!
(See When my barrel was empty… then God for such a story).
There were many invitations on this day.
I answered just once.
I look back and recognise it was an invitation into an upgrade…
We are always free to choose.
A friend said to me later that day,
‘We are not Jesus, we are being transformed.’
She followed up with, ‘That, of course, does not excuse us from not walking as Jesus did.’
And with that, she had called me to the standard.
She was calling me to be who I am in Christ.
Yes, we are all human – we are not Jesus. Yet, we are all called to be like Him, to believe Him when he says:
“I tell you the truth anyone who has faith in me will do what I have been doing. He will do even greater things than these, because I am going to the Father.” (John 14:12) (emphasis added)
I believe God invites us into encounters. God invites us to co-labour with Him to achieve His purposes, for the world, for others, for the one, but also for us.
Every time we say ‘yes,’ He celebrates.
I feel the Father’s joy every time I say ‘yes,’ but His joy is not about our obedience. We are not automaton. His joy flows every time we say ‘yes Lord’ because we step more deeply into our identity in Him when we do.
It’s a ‘win-win.’
The world gets touched; we get transformed!
He loves us, regardless of whether we say ‘yes Lord.’
However, we will feel the Father’s delight when we choose to step in, up, and out. As we do, we reach further into the promises of God for our own life, and for the lives of those around us. When we co-labour with Him, we are connecting with a Father’s loving heart, for us and for the one we stop for. That heart is full of splendour and glory simply because…
God is Good!