Last night, I thought about what I had done. I had passed out 60 “Neighbor to Neighbor” fliers inviting ladies to a neighborhood Bible Book club. Afterwards, I had gotten such a sunken feeling in my heart. What was I doing? Who would call a stranger about joining a Bible Book Club? Maybe after they read the flier they were thinking, “What a weirdo!” And my neighbors who knew me, would they be stereotyping me as a bible thumping narrow minded hypocrite coming out of the closet? These thoughts so disturbed me, that I quit.
Then, I asked God for help.
After all, it wasn’t my idea. The
Holy Spirit had been prompting me to find someone to read and share for over a
year now. I had asked my husband, but he
says he likes to read the Bible on his own.
I had asked my Sunday fellowship group, but everyone is far away, and I
have no car. Besides, some of them work
overtime, and others like to read the Bible on their own.
So, when I gave my burden to the Lord I
felt much better, because this hadn’t been my idea. I had given God the burden, but I refused to
pass any more fliers out. I decided to wait
until the Spirit put that burning desire in me again. At
9:00 PM, the phone rang. Someone was
interested in being in the Bible Book Club!
I went to bed with a happy heart.