"Wow, that'a amazing," she breathed.
Her words stopped me in my tracks. My mind just seconds before was buzzing with ideas on what to do next--it was on panic mode after I woke up just an hour before, way after sleeping past my alarm and fully aware that I have a paper due in just 2 hours that was nowhere near complete. It was in the shower when God gave me 1 Corinthians 13 to go over for my first study with my ESL student and dear friend. I felt stripped of control, completely unprepared, totally undone. If a miracle was to happen, there was nothing I could take credit for. And perhaps that was exactly where He wanted me.
This morning I had the honor of guiding a sister through prayer and reading the Word. As we read verse by verse, back and forth from English to Chinese, I could see her eyes widen, her voice pause, and her eyes scan the passage once more. I don't think the Chinese translation is right, she would murmur at times. Just that Sunday, the pastor preached about the living Word. Indeed it is. How could I doubt it when I see my dear friend so captivated after her first reading of this infamous chapter on love? This chapter that I had memorized in elementary school and almost outgrown and taken for granted. She, however, saw His words with fresh eyes. The way they were to be seen and understood. She, was hearing His voice. And I? I was seeing it.
"Love is the foundation," she concluded.
Yes, it is. It really is.
When we reachout, God really does reachin.
Blessed beyond measure in this place.
You unravel me, Lord.
May I never forget what it is like to approach Your Word with childlike faith.
Never ever. May I never grow tired of hearing Your voice.
If you sent me all the way to Boston to witness this,
this was all so worth it.
