To Rest at His Feet (originally written May 1, 21)
I love seeing God at work in and through people, and lately I’ve been super excited at the ways the Lord is using me— not because I’m special or overly-skilled in some way. Let it be an encouragement to you that He can and wants to use you too.
The last time I wrote I was about to go to a center 20 minutes away (when the roads are good) to host two ladies’ retreats. Well, after 24 hours at the first one, we were asked to come back to our headquarters due to some positive Covid cases at our main center. So, the retreat got shut down after the first day. But . . . we decided to continue remotely, so through Zoom and WhatsApp audio messages and texts we walked through the remaining 3 days of the retreat. I delivered supplies and meals and we had our discussions online. I was amazed at the way God worked in each of the ladies’ lives, just in having that time set apart for Him to speak. It was really a joy and blessing to watch.
So, the second retreat was rescheduled, and we were able to have it in its entirety at the center close by, and it was a total blessing as well. God did a lot of beautiful things and really spoke to the ladies. He showed up to reveal hidden shame, bitterness, fear and grief. I feel so privileged to walk alongside them and give them the opportunity through time set apart for God to heal those broken places.
In these moments of listening and hearing their hearts, I find that there’s really so much that we have in common as women. We all struggle with feeling like we don’t belong, like we’re too much or not enough, we compare and feel less than, we desire direction from the Lord, we have opportunities, but we fear that if we take them, we won’t be able to take care of the things on our plate already.
In the quiet moments when we take time to meet with Him, God says I’ve got this, give me your burdens, these fears, this shame, this unjust treatment, this grief. And it’s beautiful to see those things released. I love facilitating these debriefing retreats, and I know it’s not my responsibility to make these things happen. I just offer the opportunity to rest at His feet.