Thursday, July 15, 2010

Peter, James, and John in the Sail boat.

There he was, sitting there on the bench. He had dark hair, a little longer than a brush cut, but neatly trimmed around his ears. His glasses were trendy, very obviously picked out by a woman. He was cute, just to look at him, tugged on my heart.  And there he sat, tears streaming down his face, after the prayer of salvation was prayed.
There were many like him last night, who stayed in the chapel to pray.....little lives moved by God. Little Samuel's, and David's in the making.
I too was God's grace, by God's willingness to speak through me.
During this whole 'Robyn Transformation' I've noticed a few of them being how my heart has changed to preaching. I used to love it. I used to get a really good high. That no longer is the case. Now I am just usually apprehensive and empty......with an underlying peace. It's a very different place to be. I've clearly come to the place where it is not about me, or my feelings....or my sleep for that matter.
I awoke at 3:30 this morning. I went to bed wondering on what I would talk about in chapel tonight....I had  a vague idea, but no Bible story to make my point. And so, in the wee hours of the morning, I was awakened......I lay there, not knowing what to do, so I started listening to a sermon that I have saved on my phone. And before my head hit the pillow one more time, I had the story. It's the one I sing about all the time to my nephews. It's humorous how God works that way.
So here I sit in my room, about to write my second last teaching here at camp.
Most of my family is together today, celebrating a life well lived. Tomorrow we will all go back meet again and share our experiences this past week.
So, to all of you, have a good day.

1 comment:

  1. It is amazing, isn't it, how God just comes up with the goods, time after time, if we'll give Him the space.


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