I wonder how many times God has been speaking to me, and I wasn't listening. I sat with Him on the front porch again today, my favorite place to meet with HIM.
Today, I heard the birds singing, the mockingbirds, the cardinals, the sparrows. I heard the the song of the crickets and felt the breeze brush across my face. A hummingbird visited the miniature red roses at the bottom of the step, and then flew past my face. I marvelled at how big our God is.
I began to talk with Him about our mission to South Africa. I have been busy, busy with His work, but I was losing my vision. We have seen miracle afte miracle in His provision for our expenses. His works have far exceeded my imigination, but I was losing focus.
Today, I asked God for a work on my heart, for a renewed passion for our misison to South Africa, just a simple prayer. I closed my eyes and meditated on Him. I saw His face. The, He began to speak in that still, small voice.
I began to see the faces of the children we will minister to in South Africa, and in their faces, I saw His face. I began to sense just a small portion of the love He has for each of them. I felt my arms around them, ready to shower them with love and kisses. I saw the teenagers at the home of Aunty Lydia, and thought of the room they live in. The tears began to flow, and I began to thank Him, to truly praise Him for restoring my vision.
We serve a big God, and we settle for little visions. Get your Bible, go outside, sit in the rocking chair, close your eyes, ask Jesus to give you a vision.
Anticipate the inconceivable.
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