I suppose its Youth Club actually.
Not children from the church, but an outreach to the kids from the area. Boys and girls from about 11-14 come and just hang out for a couple of hours, then at around 7.30 one of the leaders shares something about God, the Bible, Jesus etc.
Now, I had no idea what this group of kids was going to be like, or whether they were saved, or how old they were, and so I asked a few questions then sat down with the Lord and asked what He wanted me to say. I figured my testimony is so long and complex so I should figure out what was relevant to them and their age group.
What answer did He give me?
"Just trust me"
"WHAT?!" my mind screams at Him. For some reason I was scared to death at the idea of sharing part of my life story with a few teenagers, and all He could say was wait.
What a trial.
But...I waited, and I trusted (well...the type of trust that has you biting your nails down til they bleed).
We got there, the time came, I....hm....babbled.
I don't know where I started or what I shared and it was all a jumble, but afterward all the leaders encouraged me that it was perfectly what those kids needed to hear.
God...you are one weird fella.
All glory to Him.
But after all of that, I stood in the doorway sipping tea, watching the kids run around and be crazy and hang out, and my heart just wanted to love on them, and to show them the real Jesus. To show them all the wonderful things about Him and how much He adores them. And then I saw those precious children in Cambodia and my heart longed to love on them too.
Yesterday I asked Him to give me a love for the people, and a desire to serve them.
I want to, I want to go and be with them and love on them and show them their Savior.
Lord, keep purifying my heart and my motives...
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