“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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