Leap of Faith

I just finished reading Jack Donnelly’s inspirational message concerning his father and step mom. I want to share a story of mine where I followed the Lord’s directions. I wasn’t the most willing, but I did and received a blessing.

My story starts one Wednesday evening at church. We had finished our supper in the dining hall and were starting to gather in the sanctuary for prayer and Bible study. On Wednesday evening the group is usually small and we sit in one center section of the sanctuary. I noticed a young girl (15-17 years old) sitting in one of the side sections. She was looking at the cross behind the baptismal pool and weeping aloud. About the time I noticed the girl, the preacher started praying to start the service. I heard a voice say “go talk to her”. The voice was so clear, I took a look around to see who was talking to me. To my surprise there was no one within twenty feet of me.

Again, the voice said “go talk to her”. I knew who was talking to me right then and there. I said, “Lord, are you sure you want me to go?”

Again, I heard “go talk to her”.

I responded, “Lord I can’t, I won’t know what to say or do.”

The voice — now with a little more firmness — insisted: “Go, talk to her!”

When the preacher said “Amen”, I could not get across the sanctuary fast enough.

The girl looked up at me. I said to her, “The Lord told me to come and talk to you. Would you like to talk?”

She responded with a “YES”.

I asked her where she would be comfortable talking, and so we went to one of our counseling rooms. It turns out that her older sister had died in a car crash just six months prior. This was graduation time and she was really missing her sister Stephanie. At the time of her accident, Stephanie was a senior in high school, graduating with honors, going to college on a scholarship to become a pharmacist — her whole life laid before her.

Misty could not understand why the Lord had called Stephanie home to be with him. To this day, I cannot recall a lot of our conversation — I just trusted in the Lord to work through me (after all, this was his idea). I don’t know how long we talked that day. I do know that when we returned to the sanctuary, it was empty, and the lights were out. I walked her out of the building to her waiting mom, she climbed in the family van and left.

When I got home, there was a message on my answering machine. It was Misty’s mom who was elated [very happy]. She told me how Misty had been depressed since Stephanie’s death and just wanted to thank me for talking to her. I called their house and her mom told me she was now smiling, singing and dancing about the house. I told her to thank the Lord, because he is the one who blessed us all that day, not me.

The blessing I received that day will last for my lifetime. I do get an occasional “booster blessing” when I see Misty, because I now get the biggest hugs from her.

The point I am trying to get across is: No matter how wrong, or scary it seems to you, please remember to follow the Lord’s guidance, because there will be a blessing to enrich your life.

“Thank you Lord for choosing me that day.”

“Therefore, my beloved brethen, be ye stedfast, unmovable, always abounding in the work of the Lord, forasmuch as ye know that your labour is not in vain in the Lord.” (1 Corinthians 15:58)