Cafe

There is something about spending time with a seasoned woman of God that sends a ripple into my heart igniting change.

 

We met for coffee at her cafe. We sipped americanos and I told her all about Montreal. She talked about her sons and God's faithfulness in all things. All. Things.

 

She asked a question and I answered about fearing the move because I'll have to prove myself in a new church and she interrupted me before I was even finished my sentence to tell me not to say prove. I get to show myself. Not prove myself.

 

She told me about how her quiet time looks and I asked her what it really means to meditate on scripture. She drew from memory on verses she has sat in for seasons, and told me in a quick list the places she has studied recently.

 

I wasn't shamed in a way that made me sad but she shamed me. In the good way. She made me want to be better at Bible study and meditation and memory. She showed just in how she spoke to me the necessity and power of knowing the Word of God.

 

She brought me to John 17 (where Jesus prayed for us) and 2 Corinthians 9:8 (And God is able to make all grace abound to you, so that having all sufficiency in all things at all times, you may abound in every good work), and 1 Corinthians 1-2.

 

My spirit is encouraged. I am inspired and provoked on to good works, to better knowledge and love in Jesus.

 

I'm less afraid of the future and newly confident for the billionth time that the God who starts things will equip and finish them as well.

 

 

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