IT’S NOT
EVEN POSSIBLE…
It’s not
even a matter of “it’s too much for me…” It’s a matter of “it’s not even possible for me.”
It’s like
expecting a newborn baby to unload the dishwasher or asking your dog to drive
to the grocery store and order a birthday cake for Aunt Sally. It’s just not possible. That is the task I’ve been assigned to… Well
not exactly. I’ve only been assigned to participate in the task. Hence, the “it’s not even possible.”
See, at the
end of the day – the possible part all belongs to God. I can teach
– or attempt to teach- a GED class to adults in hopes of coming along side them
to give them a hand. I can commit my Wednesday mornings to loving them and
getting to know them… the real them. I
can pray for them and hope they’ll stay for Bible study after class. I can laugh
and sing with them. I can arrange for people to bring a dessert and plan a
lesson from the little red Book; the Book that holds the Truth that sets us
free. I can worry when I hear of another
shooting in their complex, hoping that one of my students won’t be laying in a
grave instead of sitting in my class the next week. I can help a burdened mother
craft an email to someone she hopes will help her son. I can wear a smile and
give a hug and genuinely care. I can do
that.
But I can’t
change their heart or satisfy their deepest longings. I can’t heal them from the inside. I can’t break their strongholds or give them
abundant life. I can’t give them the peace that passeth all understanding. I
can’t supply all their needs. I can’t…
be their Savior.
I can’t do
that, but then again, I’m not supposed to. That’s God’s deal. So I have to focus on the things I can do and
pray like the dickens for God to do what only He can do.
He can move
mountains, yes. Don’t we all love it
when He moves them instantly! Sometime,
however, He chooses to do it one stone at a time…like now. I pray for strength
and tenacity. I pray for a glimpse of
heaven’s vision for this place. I pray for supply to meet the demand. I pray for soft fertile soil and bountiful
seed to scatter. I pray for the miracle
of Eureka GardensJ
Will
join me in praying for the thousands in Jacksonville who cannot read their Bibles well enough to comprehend the truths
written to them. Will you pray for every stronghold to be broken? Will you pray
for Godly men and women, boys and girls to be raised up in this place and the
myriad of others just like it? Will you
pray for the miracle of Eureka?
