The testimony I shared re: missing opportunities to pray and disobeying nudges from God to pray...I was seated on an airplane, wanting nothing more than to be "left alone." Ignoring Holy Spirit nudges, I hid myself behind a book (probably about prayer) from my seatmate. As we taxied into the gate, I exchanged a few "pleasantries" only to be blindsided by this woman's desperate need for a connection to God for her family and circumstances. I was able to listen quickly and say, "I'll pray."
I repented. I promised the Lord that my heart would be to hear, listen and pray and not miss another opportunity to connect people with HIM through prayer.
Now the rest of the story....
On my next trip my seatmate was a business man - busy, busy, busy with his paperwork. At the beginning of the trip I said, "I'm going to spend some time praying. Do you have anything specific you would like to pray for." Our conversation shed light on the difference between religion and relationship. By the end of the trip, he had recommitted his life to Jesus.
Thank you Father! You are so faithful!
Each of you will have a "rest of the story." I am cheering you on!
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Many years ago, as young christians, my husband and I were visiting Laguna Beach, CA. On our walk on the beach early one morning we saw a homeless lady quickly jump up from the blanket she slept on,dust herself, and straighten her clothes so as not to look homeless. The Holy Spirit prompted me to go speak to her and when I started to go, my husband thought it not proper to do such a thing, so I didn't, on his word. My heart sank as I looked back as she was also walking away. I had missed my chance to obey God and make a difference in her life.
As we climbed the steep stairs to the little town above, I noticed the same lady again and the Lord was tugging at my heart to step towards her again and I didn't, with the same word sweetly given me. I cryed inside as we stepped away and prayed all the way back to our motel, and for days, for God to send someone to her. I can still see that dear lady's face, messed up hair, and ragged old dresses she wore,one covering the hole of another dress.
From that day forth, I made a decision with whose voice I would follow and it would not be mankind, but God. My husband quickly changed his mind, realizing what man thinks about what we do or say is not important, but obedience to God.
Believe me I do understand how that feels!
Years ago when I took a temp job at a large corporation in California, I was standing in a copy room when a nice looking oriental executive came in. I felt such a strong presence/urging of the Lord, that I knew that if I opened my mouth I would probably be speaking in his native tongue. I got so flustered that I hurridly left. That was on a Friday.
Monday morning I didn't see the executive and inquired about him. I was told he had died in an automobile accident that weekend!
I shed many tears over that, repented and promised God if He should ever need to use me like that I will open my mouth and let Him put the words in my mouth.
God has asked me to carry out strange assignments, but I have obeyed Him - regardless.
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