I’m Not Sure
I’m not sure
how many years
I may have left
to do the things
You’ve set before me
Help me to do my best
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I’m not sure
how much time
I may have wasted
not doing the things
You preferred me to
Help me to be gracious
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I’m not sure
how many souls
I may have missed
to share Your Love with
You know my failings
Help me to have blessed.
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Wendy ~ 2015
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I wrote this poem while my husband and I were alone at a cabin.
We watched the sunrise together, and then I had my quiet time while he rested.
This poem reminds me of something that happened three decades ago…
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Once upon a time when I was at a gathering, and a young man asked me, “Do you have to attend church to be a Christian?”
The room became quiet and all eyes focused on me.
My heart pounded. Christianity wasn’t a favored topic with this particular group. Memories of a chastising I’d received, when I’d asked a “God” question of one of the onlookers, fanned the flames of fear as I considered how to answer. I was engaged in an invisible battle, one I’d become aware of since choosing to follow Christ.
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“Oh no,” I said. “You don’t have to attend church in order to be a Christian, but it’s an important step to take for your spiritual growth.”
He nodded. A new discussion started, and though I longed to say more, anxiousness glued my tongue to the roof of my mouth. I felt like a failure.
Later I prayed for him. For days. Weeks. Months.
Had I played the part of a denying Peter?
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Now I know God’s hand was in it. I’d obviously said more with my life than with my words. The young man knew who I was before I’d followed Christ, and the transformation had piqued his curiosity.
He was seeking.
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Today this young man, the one who asked me about the importance of church attendance, is a pastor of a church.
God didn’t need me to blabber about my faith.
He needed me to pray.
And I’m so glad I did.
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Prayer-Powered Blessings ~ Wendy
Have you got a faith story or question you’d like to share?
I promise not to blabber.
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