Jesus' Eyes

The Eyes of Those Who Walk Close

Yesterday, hubby guest-preached at a Mennnonite Church about two hours from us. Isn’t it funny how we think God sends us for one thing and in fact, it ends up being completely different?

I was absolutely determined not to share too much about myself. Nothing about my near-death experience, nothing about my work with abuse survivors, and zero about my work with Cascade Christian Writers. I just wanted to go and support Bill and BE. Besides, we had spent much of the day before at an annual fundraising banquet for domestic violence, and this was a day to chill and soak in His learnings, right?

Ha, ha.

Yes, God has a sense of humor.

I didn’t speak up in Sunday School intentionally but at the end, they asked what I thought of the lesson. We had read about Haggai and the rebuilding of the temple. So I finally said that I think it’s a good summary of what God asks of us: to go and DO, that He will be with us in the process, and with that obedience comes blessings. Later at lunch, one gal said she would like to hear more from me.

Prayer requests in Sunday School reflected a lot of family trauma and then a large traumatic event was shared and prayed for in the church service. I silently continued to pray for these hurt people and their loved ones. I didn’t speak out to pray - many did - but we were just guests. And I feel strongly about gaining trust before speaking aloud into people’s lives.

When I innocently asked L a question about the building repairs I had heard about in Sunday School, some additional church and family trauma was shared with me. She became the third person I passed out business cards to.

But then something amazing happened. I shared with L that satan is working hard right now and that we need to recognize that and call him out on it. And because my Lord then poked me, I also told her of my near-death experience. And I cannot explain the rest. Her blue eyes became HUGE. The whites disappeared and lights came from them like sparklers. Silver sparklers. She was intensely focused on me, and I on her, and I felt her sheer joy across the table as the biggest smile wreathed her face. I had given her a picture and it brought her hope.

This woman walks close with Me.

She sure does!

On the way out, I stopped to encourage the lady who’d welcomed me and sat with me during the women’s Sunday School. She and the gal next to her asked more about me and I again found myself sharing. Her eyes filled with tears as I also told her that they have a strong church and a good community and that God sees the trauma and is working to heal amongst the ranks. That they will be victorious.

“Would you come share with us?”

Yes, of course. Where God calls, I will go.

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