Pulling back; stepping through… God is Good!

Collecting my 5-year-old son from kindy, I felt to pop up to the local shopping centre for a coffee and a donut. A regular ‘treat’ for the two of us.

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’.

From the mouths of babes!

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.

I didn’t.

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.’

I agreed.

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!

Pulling back and stepping over…either way…God is Good!

I had collected my 5 year-old son from kindy, and felt to pop up to the local shopping centre for a coffee and a donut … a regular “treat” for the two of us …

I had originally thought we were heading straight home (I was tired), but on sensing the prompting of God to go the shops I said to my son “do you get S’land or home? … ask God” …

My son knows how to “play the game” and he piped up from the back seat “S’land.”

So I said, “do you get DJ’s or M?” (sensing to park at the Myer end of the shopping centre) and he instantly responded “M … what does that mean Mum?” and as I steered the car in the direction of S’land I explained where we were going and what “M” meant …

We found a park, and to be completely honest, I hoped that the trip was just a “treat” for the two of us, as opposed to an “assignment”, but as we walked into the centre I saw a man in a wheel chair and felt that familiar prompting from God …

I ignored it – I told you I am willing to share the good, the bad and the ugly and I am human.  I did not want to  stop, I just wanted a treat with my boy, I was stressed (or so I had been told by my GP the day before and my GP must know … pathetic reasoning, but I am being honest) …

I walked on, feeling sad and I said “sorry” to God … knowing I was loved by Him all the same, but feeling sad at my own response.  There was no self-condemnation, well, not for long anyway, but there was a sense of sadness … God’s sadness, and my own sense of sadness at my own response and I intentionally 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” …

Regardless of my choices my little boy and I thoroughly enjoyed our time together, and as we wandered through the centre to leave we walked past another wheelchair … well, it was not a “wheelchair” per se, but a person in a wheelchair, for those that are in “the wheelchair” are people … loved by a Good God … people He wants to touch!

I noted the gentle prompting, as I walked past …

My little boy looked up at me and said: “there’s a wheelchair mummy…”.

From the mouths of babes …

I looked at him and said “should we pray for him? you ask God” … he got a “no” but I looked back at the man and knew, and I knew that my boy knew too … so I said “Come on …”.

We approached the man, said “hello”, and I explained what had happened, quickly repeating a testimony of broken legs being healed and I asked if I could pray for him.

He said “you will have to be quick because my wife is in the toilets …” and with that I introduced myself and my son 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” … and I held his hand and prayed …

I felt the anointing come.  I prayed for a few moments, felt the release and finished up and I repeated the testimony of A’s healing pointing out how 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 … I was faced with another wheelchair …

My boy looked and said “maybe we should pray for him too” … and I thought to myself “maybe we should …”

I wish I could say I did …

I didn’t …

There are times when it can be all too much, and yes I agree,  in those times we need to push back and walk through to the promise … I know that in the times we feel we have nothing to give … then God (see when my barrel was empty…then God for a link to such a story).

God was inviting me into something today … I answered just once …

We are always free to choose and, as a beautiful friend said to me on the phone that afternoon, “we are not Jesus … we are being transformed” but she also went on to say “… that of course, that does not excuse us from not walking as Jesus did…” and in doing so she 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 … but 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, invites us to co-labour with Him to achieve His purposes, for the world, for others, for the one, but also for us … I believe every time we say “yes” He celebrates, I am sure I feel the joy of the Father every time I say “yes” … and each time we do we step more deeply into our identity in Him … it’s a “win-win” … the world gets touched, and we get transformed!

I know that he loves us, regardless of whether we say “yes Lord” as the young Samuel did in 1 Samuel 3.  However, I do feel the Father’s delight when I choose to step in and up.  As I do, I reach further into the promises of God for my own life … and for the life of those around me … and as I do I connect with a loving Father’s heart, for me and for the one, and that heart is full of splendour and glory for …

God is Good!