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The opportunity I had prayed for materialized like an object being “beamed up” by the transporter on the Starship  Enterprise.

The opportunity You had prepared for me, Lord, before the foundation of the world.  The opportunity to give my testimony of Your Life-saving Grace to these teenagers whose hopelessness has hardened their hearts to You.

It was only 25 minutes,  But a lot can happen in 25 minutes when Your Holy Spirit is in charge!

“Now to Him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to Your power that is at work within us, to Him be glory in the Church and in Jesus Christ throughout all generations for ever and ever!”  (Ephesians 3:20)

The room was packed.  Young women and men.  As young as thirteen.  As old as twenty.  They hadn’t expected this change of agenda.  They got more than they had bargained for.

“I planted the seed, Apollos watered it, but God has been making it grow.”  (1 Corinthians 3:6)

They were quiet.  Most paid attention.  Some were bent on distracting each other. Some were riveted… making eye contact the entire time.

At the end of my talk, I told them I would be around the rest of the week and would be happy to talk with anyone who wanted to do so.  By Your Grace, I also encouraged them to seek out someone they trust…someone with whom they’d be willing to talk.

It’s time for some of their secrets to come into The Light.

“I am the Light of the World.  Whoever follows Me will never walk in darkness, but will have the Light of Life.”  (John 8:12)

Later in the day, two of our team members confirmed it:  At least one of the young women had talked to them.  Individually, at separate times. The one whose eyes had been riveted on me throughout my talk.

The one who, yesterday, had said sometimes she wants to be white because white people don’t have any problems.  She thinks differently today.  Because not only has she heard one white person speak about the blackness of her journey through life…

… I was a white person who had experienced exactly the same blackness — the same traumatic life experiences — that she has experienced.  With one HUGE exception.

I found You, Lord…or rather, You found me.  And You saved and made my Life!

So, Lord of the Harvest:  Please let the seeds You planted through the words You gave me fall on fertile soil!

“… The seed falling on good soil refers to someone who hears the Word and understands it.  This is the one who produces a crop, yielding a hundred, sixty or thirty times what was sown.”  (Matthew 13:23)

Gratefully,

Abba’s Girl

 

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