Fashionably Late and He's Right on Time

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A flushed sensation ran through my body... my soul alive with fire (the good kind of fire). A fire that ignites you. A fire that exclaims to you "I don't want to be quiet, I don't want to stand still, and I want to scream from the top of a mountain!" I felt the hair on my arm rise, my body baking in this fever of some sort. My mind didn't even have to think, the words just poured from my lips. Things that I know to be true, but I wasn't speaking them. And then... I submitted to this overwhelming sensation to cry because I knew it finally happened... I wanted to cry because I wanted so desperately to get the words back that He uttered through my lips. I wanted Him to talk to me like He was able to talk to my friend. I wanted God's words cascading into my ears. As I was speaking, I couldn't even believe the things that were coming out of my mouth and how easy they just seeped through my lips. The words were so light and so encouraging... Encouragement I felt I needed as well, yet I was able to give these words so freely away because today was not about me. God finally used me in His plan according to His purpose.

 I snapped out of it in an instant, as if waking up from a dream. I was finally back in reality staring at one of my friends across the counter and I realized that was the moment that God had spoken through me. It's never happened before... this is the first time. I've always felt close to God, but I've always wondered if I was close enough. Recently, I've been on this journey to read through my entire Bible from front to back, not with any particular devotion, just praying that God will lead me in the direction I'm supposed to be. Some days, I read and nothing seems relevant; other days, I read and everything seems relevant. Currently, I feel like my life is so relevant to the Israelites when they were escaping Egypt and heading to the promised land. It seems like just a big story of my life: struggles for food, struggles for shelter, struggles for clothes, struggles with what is right and what is wrong, struggles with how to be forgiven for the things that I've done, struggles with forgiving myself for things I've already done, and then just the everyday living of doing the right thing... am I going the right direction and God do you hear me? But one thing is for certain, God always shows up when you need Him... He's never late... He's always right on time and he continues to show up. He showed up for the Isarelites, just like He showed up for my friend today when she needed Him. 

I'm not writing this to to brag or boast about my greatness (cause Lord knows I fall extremely short), I'm writing this to brag and boast about His greatness and how he can use simple people (like me) who don't know the Bible front to back... who's just starting in learning little and big things in the Bible and in my walk of faith. I'm writing this to share my experience and to encourage you to grow closer with God, because even the smallest amount of effort has the greatest reward!

To my anonymous friend... if you're reading this I'm still rooting for you and I'm praying for you and I know that God will work this situation out in your life. Because He never fails. He always shows up and He's right on time. 


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