This is a blog post that is more for me than any of you. When I look back at my blog posts I see milestones and lessons that I have learned since I have moved here. This story is just that a milestone in my life that I don’t want to forget.
I was on my way home from a womens retreat. I had just eaten lunch and ready to hit the road. It was about a 45 minute drive back from where I was. As I pulled out of the parking lot and was headed home I saw a fire house. As I approached it I just felt deep in my Spirt that I needed to stop and go pray over them. I wish I could say that I was obedient in that moment, but to be honest I wrestled. I pasted the firehouse and as I got to the freeway entrance the wrestling continued. I sat extra long at the stop but ultimately chose to just drive home. The idea of walking into a random building to pray for people terrified me. But as I drove on the freeway I couldn’t help but loose the battle with the Holy Spirt. I knew I needed to suck it up and go for it. I got off on the next exit and turned around.
As I turned around I could feel my heart beating out of my chest. I was getting nervous. I parked my car and started walking over to the garage with all the trucks. I knocked on the side of the garage and said “hello” with no reply. I would be lying if I say in that moment I could have wimped out. No one was there and I could just go home. But I knew I saw the cars lined up on the side, so people had to be there. I took a deep breath and went looking for a door. I found it on the side of the building and walked in. There was no one. I continued to look around briefly, only to find a door that said staff only with a door bell next to it. I looked at that door bell for about 30 seconds before hitting it. Since there was no immediate response, my heart was racing. Then a friendly face opened the door and greeted me. I told him that I just was on my way home from a womens retreat and really felt like I needed to stop and pray for them. He ushered me back to the room and it was him and one other person. I was introduced and explained what I was going to be doing.
Let me tell you I felt so awkward. I have prayed for a number of people, but only a few times have I prayed for totally random strangers who may or may not know Jesus. I asked them if they knew Jesus. One nodded yes the other said he was familiar. I believe the words that came out of my mouth were “cool”. I took the biggest deep breath and started praying. I thanked the Lord for what they were doing and protection over them. I believe I also prayed for their families and just a few other things here and there. When it was over I thanked them, and basically left as fast as I could.
As I sat in the car I think part of me wished that I was better able to articulate what Jesus has done in my life, and really open up a conversation with them. But I also knew I needed to give myself so much grace. What I just did was something I honestly never saw myself doing. I have never been the type to evangelize or honestly do anything remotely close to that. I was so proud of myself for stepping out into what the Lord wanted me to do. I don’t know what will come from me praying over Logan and Shawn, but I do know that the reward will be rich. That is the kind of God I serve. One who is cheering me on and loves when I step out in faith. I just want to encourage you! I am by no means and extrovert, but if I can do it, I believe you can too!