This past Friday I had the privilege of speaking to a ladies' group at a local church. Monday arrived, and I still had no real clue about what I should speak. But as this word, abide, seemed to be such a powerful one for me, I began to feel perhaps the Lord wanted me to share some of the times in my life where he showed me how to abide.
On Wednesday, still not certain, and beginning to panic, I emailed the lady who was the coordinator and shared a bit about what I thought I was feeling led to do. She said, "I love it! I have been hearing that word a lot lately! So excited about what you have to say." Cool...there was some confirmation.
Since I am a writer, more than a speaker, I decided to write out my thoughts...which began to
look like a series of unfortunate events. Emotional events, personal, painful times in my life. Lord, surely you don't me to share all this.
As doubt crept in, and fear of exposure, I put aside my writing and reached for a novel I've been reading by Kristen Heitzmann. It is the last in a trilogy, and I hadn't read for a couple of days. I thought, "This will be a good break, a chance to escape for awhile. Then I'll get back to it."
As I opened the pages, literally the next four were filled with the main character struggling to understand the verses in John 15. "I am the vine and you are the branches. If any man abides in me and I in him, he will bear much fruit." Over and over again, there was my word...abide. Abide in me. Let my words abide in you. Abide. Abide.
Sometimes the Lord has to knock me over the head. But this time I got the point. I shared with the ladies