A couple of weeks ago on the way home from the YMCA, I had a strange thought.
Stop by Starbucks. Get a gift card for a friend. Buy a cup of coffee.
Coffee? It’s 95 degrees. So hot outside I can’t breathe.
But my car turned into Starbucks.
Standing in line, I spotted two friends from my women’s small group. There was another lady with them. Someone I’d never met. She wore jeans. A cute sage-green top. Her hair was in a ponytail. They looked deep in conversation, so I smiled and waved. Didn’t plan to interrupt them.
I was in a hurry. Wearing ugly workout clothes. No makeup. And they were busy.
But the soft Voice inside seemed to whisper, Go over and talk to them.
I don’t want to.
Go say hello.
When I did, they invited me to join them. Colorful craft supplies lay on the table.
I sat down on the edge of the chair. “Y’all know, I’m not craftsy.”
My friends smiled. “We know. This is the lady we’ve been praying for in small group.”
I looked at her–with the eyes of my heart this time–and I knew who she was.
Her child had been caught in sex trafficking. Operation Liberate is helping. It’s a Christian 501-3(c) non-profit organization.
At that moment, sex trafficking became real to me.
It’s happening right here.
Not in a third world country somewhere faraway.
“I have an idea,” she said. “I want to make a lot bracelets to help get the word out.”
Get the word out.
Holy goose bumps traveled up my spine.
“You’ll never believe it,” I said. “Next week I’m going to the Christian Communicators Conference. I just found out I was randomly selected to give a five-minute devotional. I’d like to tell our group about your bracelets.”
“Really?” Her eyes filled to the brim. “Do you…do you think they’ll care?”
I couldn’t imagine her pain. “Of course. We all care when someone’s hurting.”
She spent the next four days making 40 bracelets.
I shared them with 36 ladies from all over the country. And they cared. Oh, how they cared.
God’s gentle nudges are uniquely designed for each one of us. Click to tweet.
Last night, a few of us from our small group made more bracelets. Some did the fancy, detailed work.
I used the paper-cutter.
So many times, when God’s Spirit prompts me to do something, I argue with Him. Or pretend I didn’t hear Him.
~~Buying a cup of coffee in the heat of the day seemed silly.
~~I was wearing mismatched clothes and no makeup. I didn’t want to “interrupt” my friends. Pride got in the way.
~~I didn’t want to do arts and crafts. Fear.
Sometimes, interruptions are Holy Moments designed by God to turn ordinary into extraordinary. Click to tweet
Can you relate?
His Voice is so… very…soft.