A visiting minister delivered the morning message. It was a good sermon, but, in all honesty, I had hoped for a more personal word from God. I needed something special.
As the congregation scattered, I retreated to the foyer, waiting for my daughter to join me. While leafing through some brochures, the visiting minister appeared, walking straight toward me. As I stood there, wondering what was in store, he took my hand and told me that God had sent him to our church to give me a personal word. It was a moment I'll never forget.
As goose bumps covered my body, he told me that God loved me, that I was special in God’s eyes, that God knew where I was, and that he would lead me in the coming days. I had never met this minister before, and he had no clue what I was facing. But my Heavenly Father knew. And he knew that I had come to church, seeking a personal word from him.
How comforting to know that, even when we can’t feel God or hear his voice, he is ever with us, touching us through the hands of chosen vessels. ♦
“Behold, I go forward, but he is not there; and backward, but I cannot perceive him: But he knoweth the way that I take.” Job 23: 8-10