Good Morning Gorgeous,
It’s a brand new day. A fresh start. All things can become new again when we submit to the Lord. Anything we hand over to Him, He can make new. He can make new our thoughts, our perspective, our relationships, our hearts, and anything else we let Him touch.
When we bravely hand over control to the Lord, He is faithful to step in and work out things we never could on our own. He fills in every gap, supplies every need, and equips us with grace to do more than we ever thought possible.
Yesterday, as I drove to planned parenthood, I prayed and played worship music for strength. I was seriously considering just going somewhere else, but the longer I talked to God, the more sure I was that I was doing what he called me to do yesterday morning.
When we are trembling with fear, He makes us brave. When we want to flee, He steadies our feet so we can stay. When we are called to do something that is hard, He will show up to give us whatever we perceive that we lack.
So, as I got closer to my destination, I parked behind the Sonnys BBQ just as I had read online. I started walking. It was a short walk, but I had to cross two crosswalks and while waiting for the light to turn, I had more time to pray.
As I approached, I saw about 8 to 10 people on the sidewalk. There were a few lawn chairs, a small dog who I learned comes every day with one of the couples, and the people were so filled with love. I think in my mind, I was expecting hostile protestors like the media portrays so often. Instead, I met a group of men and women who passionately love and value life.
A few were praying, a few were holding signs and walking, and two elderly women were sitting in their walkers under umbrellas holding signs. The love that oozed from these people was so evident, it was almost tangible like you could touch it.
I didn’t know what else to do at first other than just walk up and introduce myself and explain why I was there: to join them in prayer. They hugged me, walked me down the sidewalk and introduced me to each person. They shared their stories with me and we talked about the goodness of God. We talked about the truth that is hard to talk about: babies lives are being taken from them before they have a chance. These babies are children whom the Lord has planned and purposed and formed and fashioned.
I started crying twice in our conversations. To be standing there and be surrounded by people who are doing the work of the kingdom with such love and kindness was overwhelming. And the reality of abortion hit me a couple of times. It’s not something I generally thought much about until recently, but reality hits when you are on a sidewalk with people holding signs and praying for the end of the killing of innocent life.
I spent some time in prayer there and I felt the Spirit of the Lord right there. It was like that small section of grass that is public property that we were given the right to stand on was set apart and sanctified by the Lord. I felt like I was standing on Holy ground fighting the battles of heaven. And I will be going back! It was a peaceful display of love in our community. I encourage my local friends to go and check it out. Feel free to reach out to me for info. Maybe we could even go together. I plan to return real soon.
Friends, today is a fresh new day to ask God to show you where He wants you to go. Today is a new day to step into a place the Lord is calling you into. Where He leads, He promises that He will provide.
And afterwards I met a friend for lunch and she gave me some beautiful gifts and there was a verse printed on them: “Open your eyes and look at the fields. They are ripe for the harvest!”
I felt God winking at me!
It was a good day, and yet today may be even better. It’s a brand new dawn, and we have been gifted a whole new day filled with opportunities!
Dear Heavenly Father, Lead us and we will follow. Guide us, hold our hands, and give us courage to go with You where You lead. In Jesus’s name, Amen.
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