Last year God started this lovely thing called Thursday night bible study where a couple of freshman girls met once a week to talk about God. Tonight we had our first meeting since we’ve been back from summer. The more I’ve reflected, the more overwhelmed by the beauty of it I become. Just a little group of us girls sharing a little bit of our hearts. Looking forward to baking for some freshman girls this weekend. With so much to do, but not too much to not meet together. And as I think about, it hits me that I’m not worthy. I’m not worthy to lead a bible study. Not worthy to have any part in other peoples spiritual growth. Not to disciple. Not to be a spiritual leader. But I get to. I get to be a part of work God is doing in people’s hearts. Only because of his love for me and his ability to see something in me and to stir something in me that is of himself.
A girl came who I knew all year and never even got to know at all. And said beautiful stuff. And has an incredible mission loving on and witnessing to a team where God is not known.
A girl who I am very close to amazed me tonight. Led well. Was transparent and shared her heart and about the work God has been doing and about what has been good. And seeing God move through her in the past year has maybe been the most evident and undeniable I have ever seen him.
On nights like tonight, cliché as it sounds, I can’t believe this is my life. That I get to be a part of Gods redemptive work in lives. Nothing in school creates that deep sense of peace or purpose. Serving…the deeper into it I get the more discouraged. But jesus, the deeper you get, well, you get swallowed up in life.
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