Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Thinking... Praying... Preparing... Wondering....

It's almost that time again. I'm getting ready to go talk to guys again in a men's prison...

Hmm... I always wonder what to say? What they expect? What'll teach? What'll reach? What'll stick? What will touch? What will show the wonder of God's love? What will make a lasting impression? What will make an eternal difference? What's needed?

Lord, give me the words!

I always want to go right back after I've gone. This time, it looks like I might get to.... if even for a moment. Tim (my husband) will hopefully this time go in two days behind me. I'll get to escort him in. He's never spoken to them before. Aww... how sweet! I feel honored to drag him into it!

I am privileged to work on a weekly basis with my girls. With them (in both Tutwiler and the Mont Women's Facility) I get two hours instead of the guy's one. It's a whole lot easier that way. Than popping in for a second without getting to know them first.

I've been enamored with Peter and John's words in Acts 4:20 lately, "For we cannot help speaking about what we have seen and heard." For after you've seen and heard Jesus... you cannot help but tell about it! It becomes a fire inside your bones. You cannot keep it from flaming out.

I also love the verse in that same chapter that says that the people around Peter and John "took note that these men (Peter and John) had been with Jesus."

I suppose if I had any prayer at all toward those guys in prison that I would want them to be able to take note, after they'd seen me, and notice that I had been with Jesus. As His vessel (the vehicle in which He choses to go in), I'd want the lasting impression of me left with them to be the Jesus that they can see in me! I want to be the "burning bush" that they see on fire, completely consumed in the wonder of her Lord, that (if they don't know Him already) He calls their name out of. I'd want them only to ponder the awe and majesty of Jesus after I'd left.

I want Jesus to teach me, so that I can teach. I want to be told, so that I can tell. I want to be shown, so that I can show. I want to know... so that I can make Him known! I want to be "one" crying out in the desert from the awe of her Savior... SO THAT THE ROCKS DON'T HAVE TO (Luke 19:40)!

"“When He [Jesus] saw the throngs, He was moved with pity and sympathy for them, because they were bewildered (harassed and distressed and dejected and helpless), like sheep without a shepherd. Then He said to His disciples, “The harvest is indeed plentiful, but the LABOR-ERS are few. So pray to the Lord of the harvest to force out and thrust LABOR-ERS into His harvest.”" Matt 9:36-38.

Lord, thank You, for the fields that You send me out to! Help me to love them and have compassion on them like You do! Aww.. the fields are white... I don't even know them, have never met them, but love them already because You've made me to. But who am I, You love them more than anyone ever could!

What do You want to use my voice to say to them?

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