Well, apart from my craft room/office and a few other things, we are settled into the apartment here. It's been a bit of a challenge figuring out what fits where, but I feel good about it. It's cozy and homey! And very simple. Love it!
Church is going well. We were back to meeting in person (with masks) yesterday, after Kevin and I were quarantined last week and he had to do the service via Zoom. I can't remember if I told you, but both of our Covid tests came back negative, and our son and his girlfriend went to have tests again and they are both negative now. Praise the LORD! We still have to be cautious, but we can all start to move on. Back to what's happening at church..... we had our morning service, then a quick meeting to pair people up for discipleship groups, a Board meeting (which included the wives) to discuss the vision and mission of the church, and in the evening, CPR Training (Cultivate, Plant, Reap). A very busy Sunday!
To be honest, I've never thought about the fact that God takes care of things while we are sleeping. I know that He watches over us and keeps us safe, of course, but the devotion today gives us the perspective that we can rest peacefully, because God is still at work, even while we are asleep. Have a MEANINGFUL MONDAY ladies!
"While You Were Sleeping"
CBN Ministries, Ken Barnes
"It is vain for you to rise up early, to retire late, to eat the bread of painful labors; for He gives to His beloved even in his sleep" (Psalm 127:2, NASB).
Worry is a form of unbelief. When God assigns us a task to do, anxiety can set in as to whether we are up to accomplishing it. Where God guides, he always provides. I once learned that the sovereign Lord could provide for us even as we sleep.
My wife and I were leading a discipleship training school with Youth With A Mission. We had been training for several weeks, gearing up to do creative ministries (music, mime, and dance) to share the Gospel on the streets of Chile and Argentina.
How did I get here?
I found myself riding on our old gray bus, traveling from Virginia to Miami, Florida with a couple of dozen students. From there we would fly to Santiago, Chile and share the Gospel for two months in South America. As we drove down Interstate 95, my mind wandered back through the past several months. We assumed the leadership of the training school in an unexpected fashion, but we were sure that God had led us to this role. I had never led a school of this type. And, as a matter of fact, I had never even been on an evangelistic team outreach, other than a couple of days of isolated experience. I wondered if I should tell my students of my inexperience, but decided that what they didn’t know would not hurt them. Time would tell if this was true.
The bread of painful labors
I didn’t want the students to be fearful because I was nervous enough for all of us. All the way down to Miami I rehearsed in my head how I would lead my first street meeting. The more detailed the plans were in my thoughts, the less sure I was that I could enact those plans. My mind started to race. Each new strategy in my imagination never seemed to be quite right. Our scriptural reference refers to eating “the bread of painful labors.” When we plan our agenda in more detail than God has revealed to us, it always turns into a hard assignment.
My goodness, I’m the leader!
We arrived in Chile and boarded a bus for Argentina. Upon arriving at the border, we found a three-hour delay for buses going through customs. A few of the students asked if they could depart the bus. I noticed they took their instruments with them. I quickly fell asleep, probably due to a tired mind. Later, I’m not sure how long, I awakened to the sound of music. I peered through the bus window and saw the students who had left with instruments, surrounded by a crowd of people. I rapidly ran to the door and thought to myself, "I am the leader, I need to get out there." Then it dawned on me that they were doing pretty well without me; maybe I should try and not mess it up. So I just watched them play music and share Christ in our first street meeting.
What is the takeaway from this little story? When the Lord gives us a task to do, He goes before us to make it happen. God had the time, the place, and the people necessary for our first experience in street evangelism prearranged. My worry was an exercise in futility. I think God must have chuckled a bit as he saw the expression on my face when I realized He had put everything together while I was sleeping. When I arrived back in Virginia I told other training leaders that I think I developed a new evangelism strategy. It’s called, “He gives to his beloved even in his sleep.”