Hearing God Over All the Madness

I’m reminded on one occasion while I was at work, a young man walked in to utilize the services. He seemed a little distraught and dazed. I set-up the workstation and he began to type away. Somehow, I could sense in my spirit that this young man was burdened down.

As he began to conclude his time at the workstation, I was led to speak to him. I asked him was he okay and he said, yes. Then he began to tell me what was going on. He was trying to find a flight to the DC area. He was returning from over seas and had gotten word that his grandmother was very ill and there was a possibility she would be placed in a nursing facility. He had to find flights that would meet his budget. While he was speaking, I could see the tears begin to wail up in his eyes. At that point, I grabbed his hand and begin to pray for him and his grandmother. I thanked God for giving me the words to use. I knew he needed to hear of life and not death. We then embraced one another and I whispered to him that his grandmother was going to be fine and for him to be reminded that the bible tells us all sickness is not death. As I ended his transaction with a receipt, I was happy to give him a card so he could let me know how his Grandmother would be doing, for God gave me a word to tell him that his grandmother would be fine and for him not to worry. He thanked me and departed. I thank God for using me to reach out. In our mission statement at church, one of the lines is “to reach out to those in need in both our local and global communities."  I truly take those words seriously. Every opportunity I had I reached out! I was fortunate to be in contact with many people of many backgrounds and status. It did not matter that they were obviously of another race or religion, it was important that as God led me I was able to give them a word from the Lord. This was not of my doing but of God. I just thanked God for allowing me to know when to speak.