You’re not going to believe this. Or maybe you will. Saturday evening I heard a still soft voice.
“Invite him to church.”
I paused. Or should I say, I froze. “Huh? Lord, is that you?”
“Invite him to church.”
“But why? He’ll just say no. Or laugh at me.”
“Invite him to church.”
“Well, okay. Whatever you want.” I laughed. Like Sarah when she heard God (appearing as the trinity) tell Abraham that by the time next year she would bear him a son.
Can you still hear me laughing?
I did exactly as God asked. I was happy too. I like being obedient. I like being in God’s will. And I like the idea that one day my dear hubby will actually say “yes” to this question.
Not this time though. And he did laugh. Maybe because I made a little game of it. Or because we both know how ludicrous the idea is at the moment.
But he doesn’t know what I know. That’s what really has me laughing. For joy. The day is coming, and soon. I know. I. Just. Know. And I believe God’s promises.
Now I realize this was more for me than my hubby. God asked me to do something a bit uncomfortable. And I’m glad I did. I have no idea what God’s up to at the moment, but I’m determined to be obedient in whatever he asks me to do. Even if it sounds ridiculous.
Sarah laughed but wound up a mother in her old age. God proved faithful. I laughed when God told me to invite my hubby to church. Wonder what’s going to happen next?
I’ll keep you posted.
Praying and believing,
Dineen
(Special note: The picture is of the front entrance of the Miller Prayer Chapel on Indiana Wesleyan University campus in Marion, Indiana. Since my last name is Miller, I thought it a rather appropriate for this post. And good for a giggle.)
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