So it isn't mine?

Sometimes when you meet someone, they impact you forever. I didn’t know it at the time but when I met Ms. Beverly she changed my world. The funny thing is, I thought I was changing hers.

Ms. Beverly is a photo tech at my local Wal-mart. I met her the summer of 2009 when I was printing pictures from camp and she asked what I was laughing about. I enthusiastically told her about my favorite moments at camp that I’m sure she had no deep interest in but she listened and smiled. I hugged her and we became instant friends. Before I left I asked if I could pray with her. She grabbed my hand and told me that was just what she needed. Her faith was strong but she needed to know someone cared. I was determined to show her she wasn’t alone behind a counter in the back. Over the years I would run into Ms. Beverly and we would update each other on our lives as if we were sitting over coffee, but in reality we were just in the isle next to canned beans or Christmas decorations.

[[[  I learned the other day that David was anointed to become King of Israel at the age of 15 but he was 37 before it actually happened. 22 years passed before David began his reign. 22 years! That’s a lot of time! I thought about how timing is in Gods hands, not ours. We sure can think it belongs to us, but we would be thoroughly incorrect.  ]]]

This afternoon I was scurrying through wal-mart on a mission to get out asap. I saw Ms. Beverly and knew I wouldn’t have time to talk so I kept on checking things off my list. I stopped and knew God was telling me to go speak with her. I had a mental debate going on in my head about how I just didn’t have time today. “Obey my child”. So I walked up to my sweet friend and hugged her. She told me how her daughter, whose husband was military and had been in Japan for 2 years, decided to end his time with his family. Her daughter and her grandchildren were on their way back now with divorce papers in hand. She looked at me with tears and told me to pray for them because she knew God had a plan.

                     Time does not belong to us.

            Ms. Beverly and her family needed prayer and God blessed me with the honor of being one of those people to pray for them. I was stubborn and wanted to be efficient with my day, but God showed me that time isn’t mine to do whatever I please. It is to be used to honor Him.

            I have been scared of my future and not knowing what it holds but God showed me to “Be Still”…… He is the author of time and for that I am thankful! He is so wise with it!