Sent into the waiting harvest and the crop is ripe.  Never before have I seen people so ready to argue, discuss, turn to or hear about the Lord’s Love for them.  It is my greatest honor to be serving the Lord in this manner, knowing that time is short as day nears dusk.  Living in my truck for the last two months, I have been led by the Holy Spirit from one Divine opportunity to the next, giving me enormous fulfillment in use of my specific gifts to help the lost, wounded, lame, blind and orphaned.  I will not be discouraged by the fact that I see so few believers acting in their role as ambassadors, for the Lord has a plan for each of us.  I know that you will answer the call whether willingly or in bitterness, God’s Will shall be done.  If you don’t believe that look at the sign given to Jonah.

This is painful, but it is good pain, stretching pain, pain requiring my faith and courage.  I have seen the Lord smile as I am faced with the remnant of our faith, devout, praying, studying, waiting and keeping their eyes firmly upon Jesus.  I wish that I were in comfort but only for a moment as I look up at the star filled sky knowing that this is exactly where He wants me.  I wipe their tears, listen to their stories, worries and questions and love them as a manner of surprise, for they never feel worthy.  But being worthy has never been part of God’s grace, it is a suggestion and controlling influence put forth by the enemy to keep us in paralysis.  This is God’s work, my transformation, how then may my performance have anything to do with God’s Work.  I cannot critique, cannot accept the glory for it nor may I be concerned about its length, style, speed or depth.  He is the Potter, I am merely clay, what responsibility lay in clay, but to be formed.

Okay, so I cannot shower enough, write in my blog frequently or guarantee where my next payment will come from, but I can be guaranteed of more important things, like loving God by being obedient to His commands for my life.  That’s right, commands, not suggestions.  He is my master, by choice but master none the less.  I must do what He directs.  Yes, he allows for my free will exercised in disobedience but that is merely the love of a Father allowing each son or daughter to obey or rebel.  I will be the joyous servant not the one faced with bitterness and regret.  It is a joy to do this work.  The fields are ripe it is time for the workers to reap the crop.  Come join me and be fulfilled or face the eternal regret of missed opportunity and reward in disobedience.