
Jury duty is over…I didn’t have to be part of a jury this time…
Had a great conversation with my table mates. We all had to lay our hands on the bible and swear by it….and it was sitting right there between all of us. So, our conversation kept coming back to it.
There was this one guy there and God was talking to me about him (yes, I believe He talks to me: ) I heard the Lord say he had a call on his life and he was raised without a father. So in the course of the conversation…I asked, and he said it was true.
We had talked a little about my husband’s situation, and how I believe part of the problem is because he has not submitted to the call of God in his life..he is running. So, I asked him if he knew that he was called to do…and he said no. I told him his mom knew what God was calling him to do…and he should call her and ask her. He started laughing and said his mom had been telling him since he was little he was called to be a pastor: ) AND everyone in his church used to tell him that….Cool huh? I encouraged him to stop running and step right into the will of God for His life…that things are best when we submit to God’s call.
Then I decided to stop by the farmer’s market on the way home and I had the best time. Chatting with the farmers and picking up some veggies. And some plants…in school I studied horticulture and still find it hard to resist buying a new special thing every now and then.
There I met a man that turned out to be a Christian too. We started talking about horticulture postions I have held…and other jobs…and then I just said…Actually…I feel called to minister…so maybe God is just preparing me for that. He said his son couldn’t decide between coaching or being a minister, so now he goes on missions trips…and does both. I said, “my husband is called to missions…so I guess I am now too. Maybe I could do art with children on missions trips?”
Then I told him what had just happened with the man at the courthouse, and he told me that he was trying to decide if he should volunteer to help on a missions trip to Kenya…and he ran into a woman from Kenya at the bank, just the other day…and now I was telling him this! When I left, I said, “Have fun in Kenya…y’know you are going to just wish you had done it sooner: )”
My next special gift was this young handsome man. He reminded me of my son. We chatted briefly while I looked at his plants and then I left to go get some lunch. I went to the Farmer’s market restaurant, and I had a fresh veggie plate…omg…it was good, AND a biscuit (so yummy, but a bad choice–I haven’t even looked up the fat grams yet: ).
And who walks in and sits right beside me at the counter, but the same young man…and guess what…? In our conversation I mentioned that I was a believer….and he starts talking about his bible study. Turns out, he is the same age as my son. When he left, I said, “keep doing things God’s way, and He will bless you”…and he said, “I am holding on to His promises.”
What a blessed day!
It was so peaceful and full of God’s grace.
So thankful that He reminded me today what it means to be called of Him
that in Him there is fullness of Joy, Peace, Blessings…
that no place is better than in His perfect will…
that He is working all the time…
and once we are called, we have to stand fast in the work to which He has called us.
(sorry for the long blog….sometimes I just get started and it is a novelette when I am done: )
Call, Called of God, Calling
See also Authority; Choose, Chose, Chosen (verb); Chosen (adjective or noun); Ordain, Ordination; Steward, Stewardship
To be called of God is to receive an appointment or invitation from him or his duly authorized Church leaders to serve him in a particular way.