Copy of Matthew 7:11 - “Service Providers” + Me = Us
The View From “My Chair” this morning - Matthew 7:11. Rounding the corner, my eyes scan the room and like a dart, hitting it’s mark, the realization overtakes my brain that these women standing in front of me are the mothers of some of the girls we have met in the girl’s home over the last few days. They are the “Service Providers” of the Red Light District. Standing in stunned silence, my ears are filled with the sound of their voices worshiping our God. I can’t understand their words, but my heart leaps at hearing their worship. It’s intense. It’s desperate. It’s beautiful. My mind can barely comprehend all of this.
Worship concludes and I am invited to speak. Like a tornado overtaking the land in front of it, my mind starts to swirl and the battle becomes intense. My thoughts have to be reigned in. Like an untamed horse that needs a bridle, the instant questions and sudden doubts seem to have enough octane to paralyze me, but they will NOT be allowed to continue. Whispering, “Help” to my maker, I will my body to move toward the front of the room. My feet are moving and my heart is continuing to petition for clarity, peace, and ears to hear Him. THIS I know, my God WILL NOT fail me!
This morning I will spoke on His love. I used a pencil and eraser to explain that His love is not erase-able and that it covers us. I take my paper with the word “LOVE” darkly written and try to erase some of it. It is impossible to erase all the lead embedded in the paper. This is exactly how Christ’s blood is when it covers us. We can’t erase it. It has washed us and it covers us. My translator does a fabulous job and I see the recognition of what I am saying slowly creep across these ladies faces.
I am beyond grateful for this opportunity to stand with these precious women, I return to my seat. That is when I realize I am being called to the front to pray over the line forming. Taking the oil, my translator tells me their requests. Anointing them and praying over them, I know that our Father has promised “Good Gifts” to ALL of His Children. He has promised to hear our requests. He is for us. His desire is for our heart to know His goodness. He is a gracious God who loves all of us. This morning, I get the honor and privilege of connecting heaven and earth as I used my words to speak out their needs to the ears of our Father.
Can I ask you something? Today, does your heart need to experience His good gifts? Use your words and ask Him. Trust me, He is standing there waiting to pour His goodness; deep peace; unchanging love; scandalous grace; and unfathomable mercy out over you.
Until We Chat Again,
The Plank-Eyed Girl
