An invitation to prayer. In the middle of a classroom, right down the hall. As I listened to these women pray for our school, pray for our district and teachers and administrators, I knew we had entered the holy of holies. I realized that for weeks, these Godly women, had been praying for me and other teachers. Petitioning God for hearts, and souls and always seeking His will above all. I felt unworthy to add to this passionate prayer and moved to tears at the reminder of my calling. As we said our goodbyes, I felt a stirring. The gentle stir that comes from a heart that has been in the presence of Jesus.
We walked to her car for the bag of clothes. I listened as she shared her heart and struggles. Never with a hint of worry, anxiety or fear. Plainly, calmly and with a supernatural peace she stated that God would take care of it, she didn't know how. "What if ______?" I asked, thinking of the worst case scenario. "It's just things, I've always known to enjoy it for the moment for it may be taken away- and that's OK." she replied. Again with a heart fully trusting that God would provide every need, every detail, and orchestrate it all to His will. I listened as she shared her desires, but restrained them in the nest of God's will. "I only want what's best for the situation, even if it's not what's best for me." Not a hint of selfishness in her tone. I stood in awe of the lesson I was learning. My friend, had learned what it is to completely and unabashedly trust God. My friend knows what it is like to be cared for by her Heavenly father and knows His ways are often better than anything she can think of -or imagine.
These are not lessons she has learned on the cusp of comfortable. These are not lessons she has learned casually walking with God. She has spent the last 2 years watching her husband battle multiple cancers and surgeries and now celebrates his remission. I can't say for sure, but I guess this supernatural peace, and trust and humility has come from walking through fire. It is a byproduct of hours in prayer and weeks in His word. This is the joy that comes in the morning after a season of weeping. These are the lessons she has learned in the darkest hours.
I'm changed by her. She has shown me what it is to live by faith. She was a living sermon to me in a moment of ordinary conversation.