So, this is my life now

So, here is what has been going on in the last week:

Saturday I get the nod to do the communion thought. I end up running with the Quest (it's a very Spirit-filled week long retreat; I highly recommend it) idea of remembering Jesus as a friend and not just thinking about doctrine. So I put that together on Saturday evening and then try to sleep. But I can't because I keep on thinking about grace. It was just a very sweet time with Jesus where I couldn't sleep till after 4:00. But during that I wrote a short story about Heaven which I will post later and the whole process was just incredibly moving. So Sunday comes and I deliver the communion thought, which goes fine. Then we get to talking about Easter and I get an idea for the Easter communion thought, which is also to come. And Sunday night is also pretty fulfilling, submitting my singleness to the Lord and just getting loved on.

Monday comes and I felt the night before that it had been a bit since I fasted with the move and all so I should fast on Monday. I write up the Easter thought on Monday, take care of a few other things, and then feel the need to drive. Temple doesn't have much of anything to do so I'm just driving and looking around and I see a women on the side of the loop, and she looks very distraught. So I pull over onto the shoulder and walk back to check on her, thinking she probably will just need a ride and maybe someone to talk to. It never occurred to me that she might be suicidal. But she was.

We talk for about an hour to an hour and a half about her life and God's faithfulness. She is in the middle of a divorce where it is looking like she will lose her 4 year old daughter to a poser who has been abusing her from day one it sounds like. Well, in any event she calms down, and right when I am about to drive her home, a police officer shows up. Which is crazy because if the officer had shown up even 15 minutes earlier he would have seen her state of mind and the report he would have written would probably have guaranteed that she would have lost her court case. The other great thing about it is that the woman sounds more than a little man crazy and God gave me a very reasonable out so that we would not spend any private time together (and yes, I realize that a "so you want to kill yourself" conversation is personal but cars were driving by the whole time so there is some protection). Which is the other thing. I was completely there in that conversation and a whole lot wiser than I usually am in conversation. This came together in my mind that the two previous nights as well as the desire to fast that day were the Holy Spirit filling me up to minister in a way I never had before.

Yea, Holy Spirit!

So, I call my friend, my mentor, and my Dad, pretty much floored to the point of freaked out at how awesome Jesus is. And then I get the desire to go eat some fast food to celebrate. I was planning on not eating till Tuesday but it felt like the Spirit had done what He had intended and it was a good way to wind down. But the desire as not eat just anywhere, but specifically at Whataburger. So I go and order and as I am waiting for my food, a trucker comes in and orders. I see that he doesn't want any soda so I ask him about that. And that conversation turns into talking about work and life. He is a baby Christian, separate from his wife, learning about Jesus. He was an alcoholic, pretty much forced his wife to leave with their kids. He hit rock bottom and found Jesus there waiting for him. So I got to tell him about what Jesus has been doing for me in this last year, the restoration He has been working in me (overcoming lust and porn and laziness and immaturity), and how He has used me of late, namely with Wendy all of thirty minutes prior. And so, God put a guy from Houston and a guy from Austin in a Whataburger in Temple to mutually encourage each other.

Yea, Holy Spirit!

And, to top the day off, the Psalms I read for the day, 71-75, were aimed right at Wendy, and I had gotten up to the first Worf episode in Star Trek: Deep Space Nine. Pretty much the craziest, awesomest, best day ever. I wonder how God will top it? I look forward to finding out.