A Bigger Story

“. . . it did hit me that as much as I want my prayers answered, I want to be the answer to someone else’s prayers.” 

– Journal Entry 7-1-12

Working as a part-time server has its advantages:

I get to leave the house – no laundry, potty runs, or fights to break up.

It’s easy cash – I smile, prattle on about wine and food, run everywhere, and people pay me for it.

My wardrobe is set for the day – Wearing a uniform eliminates the time that I would otherwise spend staring at my closet trying to figure out “what am I going to wear?”.

By Monday, however, I’m exhausted. As an INFP, I find my job extremely draining. On Monday’s, I don’t like to talk. Simple sentence structures reign supreme – “Sit down.” “Don’t do that.” “Eat it.” A raised eyebrow always communicates what needs to be said when I don’t have any words left to say.

On Monday, I start praying  that God will help me find a different job; one that won’t be so draining. Yesterday, the urgency struck early morning and I spent the time telling Him (journaling) why I really need another job. But, while I sat with God, I was reminded that this isn’t supposed to be “all about me”:

“I’m not certain what to look for, but it did hit me that as much as I want my prayers answered, I want to be the answer to someone else’s prayers. Can anyone use me? Is there someone out there that can use what I have to give – whatever that is?”

I went to work that evening, forgetting what I had written. I did my job, made my money, and was ready to go home.

God had something bigger in mind.

He gave me the opportunity to sit with someone, listen to their heart, and hear the pain that they’re going through. I was able to share my own story of how God had come through for me, just when I needed Him, and that He could do the same for them. I don’t know how long we talked, but I hope it was enough for that person to feel God’s presence and love.

When we parted, the words that I had written that morning came back to my memory.  Chills shot through my spine! God had answered my prayer, just not in the way that I’d expected. I don’t have many opportunities like that very often, but it’s what I love to do more than anything.

So many times, I forget that there is a bigger story that is being written; one that’s so big that it swirls and seeps into every detail of our lives. I think that God could use me in “bigger” ways when, right now, He wants me to be present in the smallest ones. I forget that it’s the small things that can make the biggest difference.

Don’t believe the lie that you cannot bring God’s kingdom to earth right where you are. Ask the Father where He is leading you. You may not hear clear direction right away, but don’t let that stop you. Look for opportunities where you can love somebody. Pray for the wisdom to see things clearly. Keep breathing and stay open. We are the body. You never now how YOU could be the answer to someone else’s prayers.

“Christ has no body now but yours
No hands, no feet on earth but yours
Yours are the eyes through which He looks
Compassion on this world
Yours are the feet with which He walks
To do good
Yours are the hands with which He blesses
All the world.”

– Saint Theresa’s Prayer

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2 thoughts on “A Bigger Story

  1. Amen! I often forget that it’s not about me, or what I want or need but Christ using me to help others. Walking in faith is not often easy – but so worth it in the end!

    1. I agree! I’m learning that I struggle following Jesus when I start acting out of fear instead of faith. I start watching my back instead of watching His steps. Giving up my agenda is so hard! What a patient Father we have.

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