God’s led me back to a book I’ve been reading for a while.
The book is called It’s Not About Me by Max Lucado and it’s great.
It’s just NOT about me. It’s about God and I need to never step in the way. I even hate the way the blog and Twitter say “Follow” because do not follow me. Follow Him. He does NOT NEED me to help Him. He allows me to help.
And so He’s worked on my attitude and reminded me who I am to Him. I’ll do the job He’s leading me to do… Alaska homeless teen place and writing online (NOT comfortable in ANY way) and encouraging people daily while also challenging them to ask WHY they do the stuff and believe the stuff they believe.
Know how I know it’s God? Over 2,000 people have been to the blog. I could not make 2,000 people do anything. That’s how I know Who’s in charge. And I can rest and have comfort in that. He’s led an Australian newspaper to find the blog and they’re sharing some stories. That is how I know He’s got this. I just need to be His hands and feet and ask Him what He wants me to do every day. http://www.informedchristiannewspaper.com./
Sometimes I don’t feel like doing what He’s putting on my heart to do that day.
My youngest daughter was bullied in 5th grade.
I just found out yesterday how bad the bullying got in 5th grade and some teachers added to the problem. (NOT all the teachers.) And three boys and one girl specifically bullied my daughter to the point of her wanting to leave this world. I did not know it got that bad.
I don’t wish for them to NOT find Jesus but I just don’t care to be the one God may use to show Himself through. Ya know?
I’m human. I have regular feelings and all that.
I live “real.” My family lives “real.” And we like it that way. We will keep asking God what He wants us to do every day and for Him to use us to show His Light.
I was not mean to anyone on purpose. That’s not how my parents raised me. I do not believe it is ever okay to be mean to someone or make fun of them. It’s very hurtful. It can be life ending. (And before you write a thousand word essay about how everyone hurts people, take a breath. I said I am not mean to people on purpose. I didn’t say I’ve never hurt anyone. Everyone has hurt others.)
In high school this girl started stalking me. I don’t know why but a few others joined her in her quest to make my life miserable. One of the girls even used to be a friend of mine.
I remember this girl wanted to fight me because her boyfriend made her THINK he liked me. I was pretty naive. He was just talking to me. He leaned over me with one arm resting against the wall in the downstairs hallway at school. I saw him look at this girl, THIS girl who I did not know yet, this girl who was about to make my life really NOT fun anymore. I didn’t know what he was doing at that time. He was making her THINK he liked me. He did this on purpose. That’s all it took. This girl was out for blood. My blood.
I was scared to go to school every single day. She would follow me at lunch sometimes which was off campus because we didn’t have a cafeteria.
One time the malicious vultures stopped me right in front of my dad’s office. It was on a busy street corner on the main street in town where lots of people could see what was going on. I’m pretty sure she didn’t know my dad worked there. I did not want my dad to come out. My world was in chaos and I was about to be killed. He shouldn’t see that. It would be ugly. (Now that I’m a grown up I realize probably nobody in dad’s office even noticed the storm out front.) She never hit me. She just said bad words at me while her groupies cheered her on.
One morning I finally made up my mind to just fight her hoping that if I did then she’d leave me alone.
I didn’t tell anyone this.
It was only in my mind.
I never even said it out loud.
That very morning just minutes after I decided to face this fear she called me and apologized. I didn’t know she knew our phone number. (There were no cell phones 100 years ago when I was a teenager.) She said she was so sorry she was acting this way and didn’t know why she was doing it. She asked me to FORGIVE HER.
I was shocked! All I did was decide within my own heart that I would face this giant all consuming fear and God blessed me. Just like that. He moved the mountain. I didn’t even know she knew my last name.
The stuff you think about? How you feel about it? It matters. God is very much alive.