She waved, a spontaneous hello to me as I walked into the dining hall. The very room which becomes our sanctuary on Sunday mornings. A place to have church. To worship the Lord. To study God’s Word.
A Recovery Center where I’m called to share Christ each week.
Well, this new friend recently arrived at the center, and told me, “The Lord has placed me here. He’s taken me from my world. And He is showing me a new way.”
Then, she hugged me like we were sisters. Like long-lost friends. Like family.
Then, she opened our service with prayer, and worshiped with the rest of the girls. With her hands high. On her knees. And with her eyes closed.
Her countenance open to the Lord, to singing for our King.
She sang with ease. She took notes during out studying. And she nodded often.
We spent time in Romans 12: 1-2, “I appeal to you therefore, brothers, by the mercies of God, to present your bodies as a living sacrifice, holy and acceptable to God, which is your spiritual worship. Do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewal of your mind, that by testing you may discern what is the will of God, what is good and acceptable and perfect.”
On the word mercies, she said, “Mercies.”
On the word sacrifice, she said, “Living sacrifice.”
On the words do-not-be-conformed, she said, “Do not be conformed.”
On the word renewal, she said, “Renewal.”
When I finished reading the text, she said, “Amen.”
After service, she wrapped her arms around my neck. “I know God brought me here. He’s offered me mercy and calling me to a new walk. What a mighty God He is—that He loves me enough to pull me from my sinful walk.”
Then, she showed me what she’d written down on a piece of paper prior to service: It’s time for me to renew my mind. To serve God. He’s ordered my steps. I’m ready.”
I love that she’s open. That she’s hearing the call of Christ to her heart. That’s she’s receiving. That she’s ready for God to transform her life.
May we be “as” ready—to do the same.