For Such a Time as This

Do you ever wonder God is up to?

Sometimes He seems either silent

or not really interested in the minute details

of life.

Sometimes it feels like limbo

is the only place you recognize.

Sometimes you wonder if 

He remembers the Call

as you do.

Sometimes you wonder if

the Call was meant for 

only a certain time

and you missed it.

Maybe it is now a missed opportunity.

And then for some unknown reason,

there's a person,

a situation,

a time,

a place

that presents itself in a way

that you know 

It is God.

Going back to work

has been a challenge,

a new adventure,

new opportunities.

Maybe the CALL was for such a time

as this.

This may take awhile.

I hope you will allow me to tell my story.

I just feel the need to...

be heard???

feel like I have purpose???

feel like God hasn't forgotten THE CALL.

 For the past 3 or 4 years,

I have accidentally  divinely

bumped into various people-

who have felt misplaced, unloved, unaccepted, unwanted

and sought to fill themselves 

with alcohol, drugs, sex, and all kinds of additions.

Only to find themselves rock bottom and in need of a savior.

Most of the ones I have met, 

have indeed found a SAVIOR and a PLACE of REFUGE

and willingly-almost desperate for someone to hear 

their story.

So the longing to make a difference 

somewhere outside of my comfort zone, 

began to grow in me and nag at me 

like a whining child

holding on to a mama's coat tail.

But where, God?

How, God?

I will not again bust down a closed door.

I am done doing it my own way, 

opening my own door

only to have it slam in my face.

So, this job lands me in a neighboring county.

Who walks in the door one day

but a man I had talked with two years ago?

He remembered me.

He remembered praying with me

about God's leading in my life.

And he shared with me what God was doing

in this very county.

A few weeks later, 

a flyer lands on my work station.

"Angels in Flight Recovery Center"

Coincidence???

So, I prayed,

"God if this is an open door, 

make it plain....

REALLY PLAIN!

and have Shannon (the guy from my store)

come in the bank."

The next day,

who walks in?

None other than the same guy!

"Ok, God, I'm about to get it here, 

but I need to be sure, 

If this is from you,

let the director of the home come in."

In less than three minutes,

in walks the director of the home.

To say

that I am humbled and overwhelmed 

with the possibility of ministry

is an understatement.

I absolutely fell in love with these girls.

As I spoke, 

all nodded their heads in agreement

that they had been labeled, 

abused, crazy, unloved, unwanted, an addict.

Some wiped tears from their eyes,

while others hid their faces.

A slumped shoulder, 

a blank stare

and finally a look that said, 

"I'm hearing you.  I'm listening.  

I want to feel like a princess.

I want to know that I am a Child of the Most High God."

I asked, 

"How do you see yourself?

Who is the you that nobody sees?"

One girl dropped her head.

One girl walked out.

One girl spoke for some of the others, 

"In my heart, I know I am a good person.

Today.  I don't know what I will be tomorrow, 

but Today I know who I am."

I said,

"If you have invited Jesus into your heart, 

You are a Child of the King,

and He is captivated by your beauty."

Nods, smiles, tears...

Including mine.

God, where are you???

What have you been waiting for???

"This my child, this.

You weren't ready before.

You are here, for such a time as this."

He's not finished with me yet.