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One of my favorite things to do is people watch. I love it! Trying to figure out why they are where they are. What they are going through, what they are doing. And sometimes I like to think I am correct in my thinking. Yesterday I know I was. And it almost brought me to tears…..
I am in the back of our church and two rows up this family of 3 come in and sit down mid worship. And by a family of three I simply mean an attractive mom, her 17ish daughter and her 10ish daughter. They are dressed up and very happy to be there. They looked as any family do while sitting in church. I am watching as this mom leans over repeatedly and kisses her daughters on the heads. (she is in the middle of them) and I am reminded how strong a mothers love for her children is as I do that to my son every chance I get.
Our pastor is talking on what it takes to have a real relationship with God. He is talking about how sin separates us and prevents us from having that true intimacy we all desire. He is talking about how God exists in the midst of people who are
gathered to worship. He then asks “Do you know what God is doing right now? He is walking up and down these aisles. He is putting his hand of healing on each of you his children. “ At that the younggest daughter of the family touches her head to feel Gods hand touching her and was rather surprised it wasnt really there…… Or was it?
I am enjoying watching the back of this family as they are so happy-(plus they are directly in front of me- I am sort of looking in this direction anyway). Then towards the middle of the service I see the mother just bend over. She is absolutely silent in doing so, but I can tell she is crying. Something the pastor is saying is hitting home with her. I then see her daughters look at her with compassion and start holding her hand, rubbing her back, and whispering to her what I would imagine was “Its ok- It’s ok” or something to that sort.
Through out the remainder of the service, the mother is agreeing in nods with the words pastor Mark is saying. She is shaking her head to almost everything being said as she is so obviously feeling God sitting next to her. And in this day and age, in this economy it is so very important to be able to do so. To know we are not alone.
I could at one point, SWEAR that I could feel God around this woman. Reaching his hand to her- calling her by name. And she knew it too. At the end of the service when the pastor asked if there was anyone that wanted to invite Jesus into thier lives and come talk with him about it, she raised her hand. (Yes i peeked. I wanted to see if I was right in my thinking). I sat there, amazed, and almost in tears.
I remember that feeling. I don’t think I will ever forget it. The feeling I had at that moment when I handed over everything bad in my life and He reached out a hand to me.
Yesterday- It was beautiful to watch, and it changed me. I got really excited about what I had seen. Now, I don’t know what it is this woman is going through but I know she asked for help. I know what weeping looks like and from behind her that is what it looked like.
I picked my son up from youth, and told him of what I had seen. It is a beautiful thing when someone hands over their pain to God and you know he takes it. I watched as this lady walked down the aisles to the pastor. I watched as some members of our church took hold of her hand and hugged her. She in that moment, was no longer a stranger to them.
I will say it again- God is awesome. When in that rare moment you can feel Him there with you- it is beautiful. It is so reassuring to be reminded that He is there with you. It is beautiful to be able to see someone elses pain be used to do so in me. (Not that I was happy she was hurting cuz as again, I dont know her situations….) I just mean we are always told God is in His houses when you join together to worship, but yesterday I saw it first hand.
I then got excited to write this. I was inspired to write this. I hope you know you are not alone. In any situation- He is watching over you.
