Thursday, August 16, 2012

Rubbing elbows in the trenches

“You’re Everywhere”—it’s one of my favorite songs.  YouTube hosts several Third Day renditions, in case you’d like to listen. The lyrics correlate with what happened this past weekend.  We sat in our living room with friends, taking turns telling stories of God.  Conversation ran deep from the start, as our friends had been enduring the throes of death and how it can change the landscape of a family's personality.  It was tearful and gut-wrenching, yet joyous at the same time.  It seemed the deeper the pit, the sweeter was the Lord’s deliverance.  My husband told the story of how the Lord one morning washed away his deep, deep anger.  I told of the multitude of blessings the Lord bestowed when I lost a job.  In the midst of physical ailment that sent me to the doctor and a wounded pride that didn’t let me sleep at night, the Lord let me know His presence, even blessing me all the way through to my daughter, whose college scholarships we saw Him increase to compensate for my lack of a job.  Little did we know that our stories in the living room on Saturday would become part of our friend’s sermon on Sunday.  Midway on his drive to San Antonio, he had realized he’d forgotten his preaching notes.  Now the Lord was using our stories to fill some gaps for his sermon.  It was two for one—a two-fer, you might say.  Storytelling wasn’t simply storytelling.  The song lyrics say, “My God, You are everywhere from the lowest depths to the heavens.”  According to 1 Corinthians 3:9, we are God’s fellow workers.  When He’s not carrying us, He's working alongside, rubbing elbows with us in the trenches. 

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