Learning to Trust and Obey (Even When It's Scary)

I shifted my weight uncomfortably, the smile on my face unwavering. "I'll pray for you," I said, placing my hand on her arm, hoping to somehow make up for my lack of action. The urge to pray for her in that moment was overwhelming, but I shoved it out of mind. She nodded and the silence became deafening. I readjusted the purse strap on my shoulder, glancing at the people milling around us.

"So, umm, I guess I'll see you around." The words lingered in the air as I walked away, each step in rhythm with my sinking heart. "I'm sorry, Lord," I whispered as the distance between us grew larger. "I just couldn't do it. The guilt piled heavy. But, I added quickly, I promise I'll pray for her this week!"

And I did. I prayed every day that week, several times a day, for my friend and her delicate situation. But I couldn't shake the feeling that I had missed an opportunity to bless my friend by praying for her right there in the church’s hallways. I shifted my weight uncomfortably, the smile on my face unwavering.

It's not often I feel strongly urged to do something like that. Many days I’m so busy rushing through life that there's hardly any time to be still and listen to His small voice.

But when I do listen, He usually asks me to do something uncomfortable. And my guard immediately goes up.

  • Tell that person next to you in the airplane what Jesus did in your life. But God — he'll think I'm a weird religious nut.

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