My God is an amazingly graceful and loving Father. Yesterday, I shared about my self-disappointment in my nervousness at sharing the gospel and what Jesus did in my life with my neighbor; how instead, I settled for a church invite that she immediately declined.
Shortly after our encounter, I read about the bold and unashamed faith of my brethren getting maimed and beaten for sharing the gospel in hostile villages, and here I was, scared to share it with my elderly neighbor.
Well, this morning I repented. I didn’t care anymore about possibly ruffling her feathers. She needed to know I don’t have some religion or cult, but Christ Jesus, God Himself, love Himself, and that she could have Him too! So I apologized for doing a disservice to her, and I asked her to hear me out which she patiently and attentively did.
She was actually very touched by my relationship with the Lord and my testimony, and said it was a lovely message. She also began sharing with me some of her own faith journey. She basically said she was certainly going to think about and work on it, giving God that mustard seed and seeking Him out. She was the complete opposite of ruffled! She was happy and thankful and even surprised at some of the ways God proved Himself to me.
Today has been a wonderful blessing and I feel the love of God in a greater way than I did yesterday morning. Sharing the gospel, the message of God’s incredible and sacrificial love, remembering as you share your testimony all that He has done in your life, boldness is inevitable. It is when we keep quiet that boldness is snuffed. But when we share, compelled by His love, we speak with confidence because we really DO know Jesus! We have a genuine, amazing, experiential love with the Savior of the world—not a religion.
Oh how amazing it is to know Jesus and be a vessel of His to bring others closer to His arms. Thank You, Father.